im jus anotha kid in denial frontin like my life is all good/
i got more problems in the suburbs...damn i wanna go back 2 da hood/
i dunno y the fuk we had 2 move all the bullshyt about danger/
now im suronded by drugs and my heart and minds filled wit anger/
and u cant trust none of theese kids..1 pinch and they'll snitch/
i feel backwards im sayin shyt like "i gotta scratch i cant itch"/
and now jus last week i find out 2 of my best friends been fukin/
they tell me afta 4 months and expect to be kool and act like its nuttin/
she said she didnt tell me cuz she didnt wanna "hurt my feelin"/
that stupid bitch gunna put me through years of internal healin/
a month before that my boy died in a crash because of plain misfortune/
so now i arive at his casket starin down at lifeless facial distortion/
i cant even measure in gallons all the pain and tears ive shed/
and i can feel my insides howlin cuz its like im internally dead/
and now im surronded by this bullshyt its all jus fillin my head/
it feels pretty good to get all this shyt off my chest/
cuz the next step was runnin wit a gun lots of bullets no vest/
and findin all thoose people who put me through this/
let the gun do the talkin and itll scream how the fuk could u do it/
cuz im fukin trapped i got no moves what the fuk am i supposed to do/
i hope all thoose motha fukers kno what they put me through/

what u think i need some feedback.................

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