Sould

I had an angel, actually I had 2
Never thought about the angles until I met true
Real, that hurts, true do too
But all that didn’t happen when I sould for you
I felt safe, I did good, I had fun
Now I’m so confused over whose the right one
I feel dumb…
His heart… do I steal it?
Or no cause I seem to be the only one to feel it
The pain, and why I love the rain
They intentionally drove my brain insane
And the damage won, I’ll never be the same
But nah I’ll never blame the game
We fight for life and death - yeah that’s true
But rape, sodimy, torture wtf is wrong with them 2?
I have a lot of thinking to do cause I felt it there there and there
And when I just lose it - I stay in that stare
I understand it and that’s why it’s hard
“Mentally, physically, and emotionally scarred” ~ Many Men
So hypothetically if I was a horseman what would I do?
I’d hypothetically be war and can’t wait to bring Jesus thru
They see revelations tatted on me but they still don’t get it
It’s not just the ones who did it to me
It’s also the ones who let it
I mean forget it - I feel like I can’t relate to anyone
Served 30 years to date but 29 with no gun
And all I do is make excuses for people
What would it take to be ok
It’s hard to find your equal when in dating you don’t play
But they never hear what I say or what I mean or like how much I intervene

Sad as fuck…
It’s been a couple of days now
I take the manic over depression any day
I mean I didn’t mean to cause all this trouble anyway
I asked for sacred scriptures I held down the entire site
But we’re coming back together and if we charge $9.99 for the sky drive
I think it will be alright
Anyways… I don’t wanna go to sleep
Cause I don’t know whose heart I really keep
Since that night - the first time I felt peace and comfort before I got shot.
Now I have to lay on it every nite and not knowing who but it’s me that is all that I got
Thanks a lot…
I think love is money and my writing and after all this…
I just want my shot
“Big one more time before I did it”
I actually was happy that night in queens when they wrote THOT

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Them bitches was too drunk to go and I can’t get into Harlem alone LMAO

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I get lost if I try to go to the city by myself or with the wrong people still

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I think it’s why I was crying that nite cause I couldn’t go over the bridge was lost and confused - the first time he tried to have me shot when I woke up in the passenger seat telling him to buy me a hat cause my hair was a mess… how much has changed in me since - my mom talks shit to me all day long cause all do is go out before getting dressed or brushing my hair now