I'm 23 Years Old. I

Hoping They Bury Me With Ammunition, Weed, And Shells. Just In Case.

I Just Don't Know How To Deal With So Many People Giving Me That Much Affection. I Never Had That In My Life.

Temperature Is As Far As The Heat Goes, People Are Haters Cos Im Doing Something Good. Hate Me Dont Hate The Hood. It Made Me Strong, You Wouldn't Last That Long.

And In Turn I'm Hostile Guess You Could Call Me Anti-social. Niggaz Shakin Like They Caught The Holy Ghost When I Approach Em.

God, When I Was Alone, And Had Nothing, I Asked For A Friend To Help Me Bear The Pain, No One Came, Except God, When I Needed A Breath To Rise, From My Sleep, No One Could Help Me.. Except God, When All I Saw Was Sadness, And I Needed Answers, No One Heard Me, Except God, So When I'm Asked.. Who I Give My Unconditional Love To? I Look For No Other Name, Except God