Life:
I'm study constipaton with it,this thing called life
Cause every moment since I was born I been livin in strife
Never could I plan for the future ahead
I was livin life day by day strugglin instead
And when i see these thug niggas be so quit wit a gat
From my past just lookin back i know ain't no honor in that
I understood the rules of the game at age seven
My fams be poppin niggas but im lookin forward to going to heaven
I aint downin these niggas i just know how it feels
And if i have to be more pacific then don't stop me i will
I was hesitaten i grew up in a drughouse
With thugs and crackheads and ho's without a doubt
I done seen niggas get shot and niggas lye down
For good and left my thoughts shocked without a sound
No mom no dad 23 of us split up
Still no sign of my parents in years apparently no luck
Well 22 of us now my sister done died
And boy was my heart broken everyday i still cry
Family members dyin left and right
Hell I was damn near dead shot at more than twice
Livin on the streets from time to time
Not to defeat people but from the heart is why i rhyme
And the closets things to me was my sister and heart
And gats is my wosrt enemy thats what took us apart
I mean to witness her death her body fall into mine
Broke me down real bad but i guess it was time
So from the heart im thanking my sister nobody else
Except my grandmother for helping me reorganize myself
Takin me in when i was alone with no place to go
And even if you in a coama i want you to know
That i luv you

Holla at ya girl
POEMS
mistake of death
mistake of death part2
they pretain to how my sister death and revenge in the poetic scriptures