well i woke up this mornin and took a look in my mira couldnt help but to cry im losson my mind tha pian is so strong my aechy hurt burns for u shawti on day ill b dead but no today then i can go home and chill wit all my niggas just gotta have strengh to mak it on this earth i call hell in my own paradise one bulet form gun is all it takes sometimes will i live to b old no one nos hopefull thooughts fill my head then turn back into fear so i ask tha lord for help