Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?

So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times, I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried, but when I held that nine, all I could see was my mama's eyes, no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble, not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you.

Now the whole worlds calling me a killer all I ever did was try to reach the kids with the realer.

I'm not really a religious person. But I believe that God wants me to do something and it has to do with Thug Life.

I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THIS SOCIETY! First they try to murder me then they lie to me!

My only fear of death is reincarnation

I was looking for a father, he was gone. I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs, they showed a young brother love.