hoodlems view

I wear a glove On one hand and wrote Alahu Akbar on the other Like a copper hearted cold Killer with a bullet i take on any bluff Give me a chance and I'll shove A nine millimetre in anyone's face My heart is similar to magnesium's cold as it is let my acidic blood run through it and it turns into a roaring blaze In the nights with all the darkness inside of me and around me I disappear and appear as smoke from a purple haze One main reason for my devilish act is hate for love I have been let down to many times never have I blamed god However instead I now love to hate love Let the police search me go ahead what are they going to gain? Nothing I bet. I wondered why my peaceful soul as a youth turned into an angry state of mind but now i know, hate i guess helped me get fed.
Sad?
I know. Sometimes I kick my self
In mornings for being the cause of death for the innocent bystanders who walk in between the bullet and the target, instant death. In the mornings when i stare in the mirror I see anger through my eye's i see red i see that am one bullet away from blood shed
as i speak to myself i say who ever told you your bound to make it to your bed tonight is stupid just know that this world we are in is a dog eat dog world People shooting others without a care out there Youth getting shot with their eyes closed no dignity I might as well walk around with no clothes i wonder if they'll ever ponder Will they ever be aware? Will they see the torment and pain surrounding them I am bleeding love I've had it enough is enough I can almost taste my heart making its way through my narrow part.
Failure after no confidence now am all cut up, hurting i pray every day god
Help me make a positive impact on this planet
Help me find that pearl at the bottom of that dark ocean and have this motive peace
In motion get rid of this greave living for destruction make me king this world is for the taking If you look through my eyes and gaze deep you'll find the pain had the joyful days of my soul to sleep With no words to speak i wish in mind for every time i shed a tear For every year that i overpower a fear That there would be a river that would exists of torment and pain and swallow every enemy and opponent am frustrated words in my mouth but my heart won’t let me express it and now am just drifted to far i feel like a damp star missing its shine i now sleep with a prayer and a tear it feels like all i can do now i sit back and endure the pain i never had a dream come true but i know better because i was raised to trust that its never to late to be what you could have become so now i awaited for god to bless me for a better life is a strange but a painful experience however there could not be a better present As a message to my guardian angles i write a letter saying: i want you close to my heart however as soon as we become one i fear of sometimes being aware of the atmosphere i enter i realize that life isn't promised long so why spend time to do wrong and become hell bound sometimes i feel like picking up a revolver shoot those who do me wrong but before i do anything the consequences tell me to think it over a gun shoved in my face at the age of thirteen and sliced with a knife at the age of 15 life gone downhill from there now all there is for me is to reach the top starting bottom of the hill with a drill right through my head misdemeanor in mind head shaken body breaking life slipping hands sweating eye's watering enemies in fear am ready for murder and offense of further shoot me stab me trick me fool me am always coming back stronger troublesome life
it’s ok i will survive life of torment Pac lived hard and searched for happiness i see it differently i chase the pursuit stop filling my heart with unneeded emotions that's something my heart doest suit i don't believe in heroes because what if your hero falls from grace will you be able to look at your own face with in your heart disgrace the planet is an ouster shaped as a pearl it’s a bold head you can hide in doesn't matter how many people you see in higher class than you funny enough theirs all ways the few below you popping up everywhere without a care crazily in every scene i live a black life am 19 now will i reach 21 most don't they become a victim of the
gun but that's them their living by the gun so its common to die by the gun however what about the victims that walk in-between the target and gun although everyday is a new test and you find new pest against the anger i fight with my last breath with the thought of death

























