my life
by whoride6 on June 22, 2009
a kid wit no tears suffering ova a bad life, my life was broke dwn an it wuz stuffed in a crack pipe- i needed my father no i needed my son ready to die quick so im needing a gun- so dear lord why did u have 2 take his life im standing right here infront of you, you couldve took mine twice- that lil'time i did i wouldve paid dat price an if sumbody wouldve touchd him i wouldve took there life- theres a pain in my hart that i cant describe strung out on bars till i opened my eyes
