Jan 23, 2006 15:21
Sold the adderoll I’m s’posed to be takin up on the streets, to make ends meet. Buyin groceries for the kids and I’m only 15. All I really wanna do is die. But I can’t even cry, so suck up and go on with a sigh.
Back in the day, just punk rock gits. Walkin down the streets with a gallon a vodka, and a pocket full of itch. Take this bag from point A to point B, give you a bottle of Bacardi, and get skeeted for free. Don’t know what this powder is up on the table, but if I inhale it then maybe life’ll be stable.
13, just a kind hearted kid from the big city, till I hit 321 and met my first G. Got in a fight my very first night, got stabbed with a knife, broke my skateboard on his head and damn near took his life.
Livin with my uncle, taught me how to take drugs. Learned how to hustle off my pokemon cards.