1985-2008
the fuck are you lookin at didn’t give two shits about me when I was alive so I don’t have a clue what you’re thinkin now what else do you want from me you want my ride fuck it go get it shit’s still just rusting in my back yard you want my bling my chains and my rings fuck it you can have em they’re yours for the taking if you can find my cousin Devin he won’t wear just one necklace or one diamond little shit wears ALL my gold every damn day like he’s the crown prince of P-Town you want my girl you can have that slut if you can drag her away from all my supposed friends’ cocks fuckin back-stabbers you want my glock break into the police station and steal it for all I care like all that shit matters to me now please
say what you want about me say I’m dirty, that I’m white trash call me a wigger everyone else did you think I ain’t heard that before calling me a white nigger and then claiming you ain’t racist saying I’m white so I shouldn’t act black narrow-minded motherfuckers you trying to say all black people act the same fuck you you’re blind look around you like your black friends don’t count as black like their money bought them a new race no way man rich black kids gave me that same stink eye rich white kids gave me no man, I’ll tell you what’s up real hate ain’t just about skin color when poor kids finally make it to the top finally get their share that’s what kills you
so you kill them
when I could finally fuckin finally afford to support my little girl, the cops had to come had to bust me for selling herbs I booked out the back door pigs chasing me fast as fuck toward the highway looked back saw their eyes get big
didn’t even see the truck that hit me
fucking typical couple years later my death became a joke for rich kids and a lesson plan for DARE officers who think they know something get real
got nothing else to say, except that death makes us equal peace faggots