PUSHA-T

iim not myself. someone else iis iin my body. my iinsides are cold. have ii fallin back on my word?... ii sell death. ii slip it into mothers son's hands.(tho never to my loved ones) without remorse but filled with pressure. MONEY.. green && liike addictions, ii striive for more. ...secrets seem to haunt me more often. this person that breathes is not me.iits rare that women get caught. for n e thing that they do: 1.women dont tell 2.we deny everything, && make counter accustaions. but my perceptions on things have defiantley changed. ii thiink iim less naiive to the things that go on around me since ii have become more invloved iin them. ii used to live life, iin my own little bubble. my own world fiilled with peace (free fades) && love..now, ii robotically interact with others. ii stroll thru life wiith no more cares. no motivation. iim confused, and ii think iim just over liife in general unless it has to do with makiin that paper. iive found a new focus..since ii always seem to fall short when iit comes to Love...at least ill be walkin down this lonely road wit a GWAP. ii wiill say that haviing a new born in my house is defiantly payiing off. SLIM?! WHUDDUP!!..ii will say that iim glad ii could confide in you && iim glad u got ma back doggy!! they aiint Ready fa US!!

-SlowPoke'

"SECRETS KILL WHO HAVE THEM && THEY KILL WHO TELL THEM" -GAB$MOKE