Then they end up growing into pain? What a Game. They end up growing like me? Like you, lost, or a little confused? Then they grow up hugging the block? and their glocks? Just a fairytale? So many want to live on the dangerous side until you realize the stink in the back alley you walk down to go to school everyday with your sister isn't cherry slushie dawg. Doesn't matter, all that matters is you're alive, well and breathing, changing and evolving. Never forgetting the things that matter and always forgiving the infinite. Do you - thats all you can do, don't stop either. Don't try to stop anyone else either. Unless they way off. Still you's outta' line. I admire the confidence to find happiness even in poverty or through depressions. Sometimes you gotta really use your heart to figure these things out, the mind can be tainted, trained, or foul. Theres no disgrace in putting food on your table once you figure the puzzle out, the picture will be all clearer. Sad - some can't play.
VENDETTA, SLING DADZ, MECCA & GOVANA | JANE STRIP
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