Yo this is about a fourteen year old under to much stress and pressure// I wish I could tell you how much but theres no unit to measure//He's also mad at the world for no spicific reason// And i killed my alter ego for three different acounts of treason// Now he's like a spider crawling alone// and my mind is the only place I could ever call home// He knew he would hate bitches after his first hickey// and i knew i would hate life after my mom wasnt wit me// For him shit hasn't gotten much better from there// I was blessed with a beautiful smile that i'm never gone wear//
And to tell you the truth he doesnt like life anymore// thats why everyday I grill and threaten the knife in my draw// He use to look to god to recieve the right answer// but i stopped doin that when my pops died of cancer// And for most of his life hes never experienced love// thats why I hope god understands that I was raised as a thug// This kid never leaves home WITHOUT PACKEN A KNIFE// He's look to kill death FOR BACK TRACKEN HIS LIFE// His feelings are to deep and he always tries to hide em// I feel like these pages are yellin at me WRITE EM WRITE EM!!!!!// He yells back fuck you no one will listen// even if they did their heart cant feel the shit that I'm spittin// He doesnt understand why GOD WOULD MAKE HIM THIS WAY// and even if I did I WOULD STILL HATE EM TODAY// He still looks back on the pain in his dads face// hatin on a tombstone for takin my dads place// and his mothers love sure got the best of him// so now I hate god double cuz shes burried right next to em//
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thats my life people sorry if it was a little long but I wrote this a while ago just wanted to hear what yall think of it try to relate -1-