It's May 25, 2024, 07:20:56 AM
yoi never wanted to listen to shit, so i closed my ears-on the very virge of suicide, or just pulverizing my peers-i even had a plan one day, but I didnt follow through-my head told me, kill these bitches, but my heart said that aint you-my dads an ancient crystal meth head, been on it since i was born-the minute he walked out when i was 3, me n' my brotha's hearts were torn-5 years of age, daddy called me on the phone, talkin' bout he wants me to come stay-and wouldnt you know, i packed my shit and left, headed WEST, right to the EAST BAY-life was tough believe it or not, i didnt just fit right in-i remember one night, Lionel put a cigerret out on my neck, you dont how bad i wanted to fight him-by this day and age, im about 13, barly old enough to be a man-all the people i kicked it with were older, more colder, slangin' bolders trapped in different clans-my homeboy Sal caught a bullet in his head, brutally guned with a glock 45-i new the time was near on Holloween night, i could see the fright and pain in his eyes-a few days later i get a call, still thinkin about a tight lil hottie-he said, "nigga big Sal shot hiself in the head", then a slight chill flowed through my body-i shed tears that night, i was on house arrest so i couldnt go mourn and pour liquer-he was hated by many, loved by few, damn time flys by quicker and quicker-now im 16, livin' wit my grandfolks, cuz daddy bailed out on me again-its been about 6 or 7 months since ive thought, saw, looked at, or even called him-this little verse is not a even 1/4 of wuts happened, or wut ive seen or went threw-so remember that the next time you see the name Nefarious, spitten shit thats NOTHIN' but true-