Looking back kept me from moving forward as my conscience got the best of me, why did homie have to do what he did? I guess he thought he could live through the pain of his consequences.


Where do I go from here as I took away the dream that homie called a life? Even though he was a hater and had ice for a heart he didn’t deserve to be shadowed as a ghost that now haunts me in the dark.


I told lil dogg that he was barking too loud and he needs to back off before the big dogg start to growl; can’t you comprehend the concept of what your place is in this life? Well it’s too late now that you choke on your own words of illiteracy.


Now I have to live my life over again for the seventh time and I can’t take much more of this. My soul has distinguished with the others that I have perished. GOD give me one more chance to show that there is something alive in me that I can give instead of take away.


When I walk are those Jesus footprints or Satan, I can’t tell for there is fear and fury yet passion damn life is blurry. Anger has taken control and my life is full of pollution; Hunger for more has dominated my emotions for my past is collapsing in front of my vision.


Can I change; can I be forgiven, should I give up or should I just not give a fuck? Sickness is not just crack or booze; it’s what’s inside that we loose. Finding my place after all that I have done; where can I go to be release from the hell? Walking life’s paths and hard yet fragile as a church stained glass.


This year came and gone the anniversary of lil homie; He sits and stairs at me, makes me see that he is me.