I smoked a fat wood and texted my shordy goodmorning her name Cierria she be getting me the run around because of this street but she fw me the long way she a good girl she don't get off into parties club nun of that she really into bigger things she got bigger dreams that's why I fw ha I dozed off not even a hr later my phone going crazy I'm thinking it's the js I put my shit on silent and was back deep ina sleep...... couple hours later grams come in the crib destrot wake me up out my sleep telling y my brother had got shit I'm thinking I'm dreaming and I ain't wake up at dat moment grandma finally got me up and it was hell to pay the caption whenever I found out who was behind this more than likely the opps but ima sit back and wait on the information because in Chicago shit hit the fan quick and opps want you to know that the did the shit fucking goodys so I went up to the hospital the homies and bitches family and everybody else waiting in the waiting room just crying waiting on the doctor and shit Jumoney pulled up with my medicine (lean) and perks so I'm taking it better than most and that's my fucking blood brother but I know my loved ones ain't gone be the only ones crying fosho dat on folkz nem grave damn brother growing up in these streets I felt a lot of pain but after a while you just become numb to the shit losing mfs at young ages a really fuck you up in the head I think that's probably why my head ain't strapped on right somethings thinking to myself like damn I'm really a product of my environment fuck it I just keep on smoking
