how you feel about that?
Idk growing up I was used to seein him in those light blues in controlled rooms and behin barb wired fences...when he came home I was a senior so I was gettin my grown up thang on, and he used tO try to tell me what to do like
where tha fukk YOU been for tha last 8 n a half yrs...But he 46 tryin To live like he 26, tha bytches and hooked up cars...my brothers mom was tellin me that a few days before this happened he got n a fight wit dis nikka at a gambling spot nd beat tha shyt outta him...followed him home n fukked his car up...nikka definitely about dat life
Idk how I feel...I mean when u sell dope u already kno the consequences if u get caught...I kinda feel sorry for him cause idk how long he gon be n there. It's an empty void there cause he wasn't there till I was grOwn...not cause he ain't want too but because he was either gettin money or in prison...I been used to it most of my whole life so
I got my own kids to raise


