About Me
I got 20 blows stackin and 21 to life, so that’s 20 hard long years and one left to fight, Got the 9 in my left hand the 8 in the right, wit the 2 on my chest just-us comes tonight, when I’m looking at the clock stop acid starts to spill, drips a little on the dolla notta fiber starts to peel, but when the dolla hits my pocket its this game that it plays, wit the acid from the clock starts my life to decay, so that’s seven thousand three hundred days I’ve been livin, 12 month 23rd day I start a new beginning, now I sew a new seed gotta show it that im right, but it seems the day is too dark to grow fruit and fight, so this acid starts to burn something like an ordered fashion, first it falls to my feet then my eyes get to glassen, so it burns through my feet then it pass the point of shin, so I pray my God since Im on my knees again, so I slap my hands together there’s that 9-2-8, but that day hasn’t come so its not too late, But Wait!!!!!!! How can I keep another molded, when my life is steadily heavily being corroded, by this time there’s no height to drop from this tear, the day is 5-2-6 so I can only type to here………………………Well there is not much to say. I am a very simple person. I work and work.
