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Where were you when he was hurt and all alone?
Where were you when he kept tryna call your phone?
Why did you have to leave him in a broken home made of thrown stones to cope alone that's why the fuck he'd lose control;
Just a child so confused about his adolescence always feeling threatened cuz the world unfurled was so unpleasant/
He wears a blank expression battling depression
Not to mention his violent aggression towards his own reflection;
Until one day, he finds a Smith and Wesson,
A .38 custom made with a barrel extension/
He wondered if his own death would even gain attention feels the tension as he tells the pastor his one last confession....
Father, please forgive me for yet i have sinned it's like the slightest light inside me is slowly getting dimmed/
I feel my time is running slim, my patience getting thin,
I can feel the weakness in my body spreading from within;
My father left me as child, i was barely two,
You ever idolized a man whom which you never knew?/
You ever tried to hide from demons that are chasing you, n blaming you for all the pain in this life you been taking through?;
"It's alright my child.. you can tell the truth"/
"Whatever's said between us here stays with me and you"
I feel consumed from holding all this in i can't resume to hide it so i guess I'll fight it from right here inside the booth;
When i was 12 i will still so young into my youth, another kid shoved a pistol in my face and said he'd shoot/
I was scared to move, dont what the fuck to do, but at the same time a kinda felt like i had shit to prove;
I grabbed the gun, he tried to run and so i stomped his ankle,
He picked it up, i snatched his neck and i started strangle/
He's on the ground and I'm on top, i grabbed a rock, i couldn't stop, i heard a "POP" and then well... like Cain and Able;
A gang banger by the time that i was 16, on the streets of Cleveland with a pistol tucked into my jeans/
Every night under the street lights would be my life i know it wasn't right but by midnight i was chasing screams;
I was a bastard, armed robbery or blood splatter, shit it didn't matter just as long as i made money faster/
Started sealing drugs, at 17, amphetamines
Master in the kitchen but was haunted by the darkest laughter;
Crazy shit happens after you mix Sudafed, lighter fluid, lye and lithium and take it to the head/
Tried to go to bed, end up in the woods instead, waking up a week later, doctor said i should be dead;
I blinked and i was twenty, i had a buddy tell me, baking soda and some cocaine would double all my money/
I had my momma so worried i thought the shit was funny, suddenly I'm in a cell, and she's wishing she could hug me;
I made bail, then i saw her husband tried to hurt her, fucking blacked out and woke back up to attempted murder/
Broken ribs and vertebrae hows that chair brother, shit i got no regrets i know my momma knows i love her
Living life like i did want no fairy tell
I ain't scared go to hell been there since i was 12.
I just hope that when i die ... somebody mourns me.
The worse part of it all... that's only half my story...
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