once and a while my mind wonders over days gone by remanicssan about days when better days were out of reach and tears were at my feet now tns grace my feet some days my thoughts are bleak i dare not speak of the hurt in my heart you could say i have been around the block you can see the struggle in my eye no longer a twinkle battered and torn i get up and ask for more i should get more but i settle for less afraid to lose whats left i guess shackled by society whats a second chance worth if cant get work society dont see the change you make only the ones that are close that survived the hurt can appreciate the work to erace the past to im brace a better day

done fuck around got a chick preg's im stoned n stressed as hell got court again trying to get me for 18 months what am i going to do know my land lord saying pay me im all out off money i got lads tryn to take my life im alone and no one to call the bottle almost empty chop nearly gone but im going to hold my own i gotta change now that i have a baby on the way but these bills wont pay them self pussy lads trying to test me i question my worth tried of lying to my lord will he help me or is he testing me these eyes contain my pain that translates to these bars i cant i hide my scars i don't need a tissue for these issues i need a resolution till then im going to stand on my own two feet battling these daemons my angels stand with me but lately it seams i standing on my own like the street lamp thats out side my house i walk in the shadows while im searching for the light my life is so wrong im going to grit my teeth and do it for the lads behind hide bars and the ones that gone and my unborn baby still searching for my lady i held her once and im still shaking bad luck keeps following me i cant go to lock up i cant do a lagon gotta stay staunch gotta stop selling buds n thats tha truth

im to affaird to pick up the phone to hear anthore lads gone/ these last years have been hard /tried of hearing bad news/ im getting cold like my lads boadys in the morge/ im sick of getting calls to hear anthore lad is the doing a lagon/ poured out so much liqoure the grounds becmoing an alchoolic/ i lost lads nearly all of the realist lads i will ever no/ angels have my back but who had theres/ im struggling to breath every breth feels like fire/ so many tears under the bridge the surroundings are flooded/ so much on my shoulders and i cant deal with it any more /so many beers so many gravsites to many caskets/ the only one's who can relate are the souljas of our natioton/im trying to take it slow the streets are slowly bleeding to death/ its taken the youth wats left to take/ even good times are doused in painwaiting to ignite like a fire waiting for a arsonist/ im swing off the hands of time/ trying to slow time down/so i can spend more time with my lads/ before the reaper comes to collect / but when he comes for me ill desposet rounds to his chest / and collect medeals for my bravey/dear lord can you take away this pain/ the bottle dont do it no more/ were can i turn to off load my greaf/ i dont trust no man of the cloth/ and my lads are in the same state as me / so i turn to the weed and indeed it e's my pain/ for a lil bit think about the lads whos gone when im writing these words/