My soul is tired, and my heart is broke.
I am the definition of the ghetto child, That emerged from cracksmoke.
Take a sip of my life and choke.
My eyes bleed, and i cant breath,
My world is a blur, not even the pastor can help me see.
Age 29 and already to leave.
I hurt for the children that cry at night,
I hurt for my loved ones that lost the fight!
I hurt for my niggas lost in time,
with a full understanding of the phrase losing my mind!
I am the appitamy of pain!
Take one look through my eyes,
and your world will never be the same.
Once you reach that level mentally there is nothing left to gain.
My scars and tattoos tell a story,
of a child beaten by this world of glory,
this is my soul, poured upon this page!
Nothing here is wriiten its true to my days!
I have to wonder if some of us are cursed?
Born into misery from our birth, and in our search,
We sometimes find home in a place called church And even then sometimes are souls are ripped away and left with hurt
. Buried with you and covered in dirt!
There is only one thing for certain in this cold cold place.
That is your demise, one thing we must all face!
So judge me not, we are all equal,
And a cold fuck you!
to all you fucked up people!
For my heratbroken and hopeless this i feed!
To the week, these words you cant even read!
Gino