this is true shit....mine happened last year........Ink's happened a few months ago......here it is....
SmokaJoka666
i was high as fuck when my life was struck and i crashed into the back of a semi truck//
it seemed like luck to be goin down I-75 at 100 plus with three friends in the back of my SUV//
to survive this catastrophe but my friend in the passanger seat died on the scene//
i lost feeling in my feet my body was weak it was 1 month of therapy b4 they got me to speak//
couldn't sleep, when they told me i had three cracked discs in each part of my major vertabraes//
i had to learn the ways of walking all over again because i was stoned like an Iraqi fugitive//
i still couldn't feel my legs when i first started walking i had to look down to realize i was doin it//
i felt like stupid bitch when i was at the crash site and police surrounded, my Escalade was impounded//
i'll never forget Tommy's last words beside me and the horror it's bounded, over and over resounding//
he was higher than peaks of mountains and his last words were.....holy shit...i'm gonna get grounded//
Inkonspikuouz
born into violence could never hold my breath long enough to accomplish silence//
only age fourteen when drugs became my moses my subconscious path for guidance//
"go ahead and try this" i guess the peer pressure really had my mind compressed//
the chosen pill was X grabbed the wings of its dove and soared above the stress//
herion i began to inject,neglect made me a test monkey and emotionally sunk me//
if my life's perfect then africa ain't hungry,i just admitted i'm a former junkie//
although now drug-free,at times i find it so difficult to live a life this clean//
hip hop's my life, my reality, my morphine, i only go asleep if i want to dream//
i mean that i promise everything from InK's mouth is always 100 percent honest//
but half the stories make me vomit these netcee's more doubtful than thomas//
look at chris wallace,whats he achieved when he concieved the image of a thug?//
we both caught a slug,he died but i'm confined to a wheel chair for good//
and i wasn't hood, a crip or a blood, even gang banger or gangster figure//
innocent by-stander,i'm half y'all height now,why does gettin shot make me bigger?//
peace
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