G-BLAZE

Had to play catch by myself what a saughtal sight. A pitiful plite so I pray for a story night. Please send me a pops before puberty. The thingz I would do to see a piece of family unity. Moms alwayz work I barely see her. I starts to get worried without a pops I grow to be her. Itz no wonder they don't understand kids today. So when I pray I pray I never grow to be that way. And I hope that he answers me. I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family. I'm gettin sick of all tha friendships. As soon as we kick it itz either you splittin or oh shit it endz quick. How can I be a man if there's no role-model. Striving to save my soul I stay cold sippin a 40 bottle! Growed up ruff and itz hard to undastand stuff. Moms was tough cause poppa wasn't man enough. Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities. Instead of takin care of me he rather live lavagly. Now all my niggaz that I kick it wit usually tote a glock or two. Anytime and any place they aint scared to pop a few. Probably slang a roc or two. Better yet a block or few. I die for this family shit a mothafuck a killer crew. Burg Life fitted hat. Pockets stayin major fat. I get mines off in tha trap bricktown where I get it at. One of tha realest of my city. Only G's rollen wit me. AK 47's on tha dash when they ridin wit me. Layed back blastin it. Big truck we mashin in. Bitch I'm straight up out tha slum I aint out here actinnin. Put em on some gutta shit. All black thuggin shit. Patience very low so chill wit that muggin shit.Layout made by