Is it supposed to be like this?
I come from the same places Ricky got shot in the face. I saw Abrahams brain split on the pave. From my angle I can see the future burning away. I wanna cry. I find myself turning away. But I have to, want to do more than to send a prayer for the pain.
I come from a place where, you can’t tell what’s round the corner, going to jail, or fail, getting fucked up. We’re living in hell. I can tell you a thousand tales, documented and detailed…
I guess we need more stability. It’s like everyone’s gonna get imprisoned in the camp and it’s getting to me, to the point where I’m feeling institutionalised. Look in my eyes, you’ll see pain in it. So I must be as level headed as I can, to never back pedal on the plan. So we can all hold guns together… Unite so we can live as one.
