Picture this. A young black boy his hair kinda nappy. Didn't kno what to do with it cuz he didn't have a daddy. Went out to the streets thought that the streets would make him happy. Kickin it every once in a while then the black boy really started hangin. East side rider the young boy really started bangin. Didn't kno what else to do with himself so the boy started slagin...
Got shot in the back but the bullet didn't change him.
Just a young nigga straight confused at life. He made alot of choices felt like he got close but never got any right. So he laid up at night asking God why he got stuck with this life. And God just replied your the only one that can play this part right.
