My life was a struggle i used to tumble and get in trouble is like i didn't give a fuck. i used to get drunk all damn day, to forget about my problems. from court to my brother to my family, is funny how things could change in a instance ,next thing you know i'm restrained to a hospial bed, so much resistance i couldn't walk to see my brother on the other side.in my prayers i just hope that god made the right choice, I hope he heard my voice . thru all the crying and the mouning and all the noise,i find it hard to believe that your gone. I'll smoke 2 to the dome , Ill remember as you're still at home ,as the coulds scatter i wonder where you going, I'm here not knowing my tomorrow ,will i still feel the sarrow,can i barrow a fucking gun so i could look up at the skyand realize that your happy .There's no need for revenage or else i'll be locked up in a 6by 9 cell is like fucking hell locked up in a cage. So put down the 12gage and flip the page its time for another chapter in my life R.i.p Marco Gamboa .!
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Do magazines count? lets see I'm reading "Under one nation" Very good!
My Hero would always be my Brother I love you Marcos! Save me a spot. If i had one wish my wish would be to trade places