Cry -A Royce Story

ocho número: fugitivo (Runaway)

{Chresanto}:
So I'm sitting in the in this crack house trying to figure out we're the fuck did I go wrong, shit I let ray ass get to me, now look at me....I'm a fucking homeless drug addict with nobody to love me. Damn how the fuck can I be so stupid. I'm out of dope so nothing left to but write( just pretend that he wrote this):
Yeah, give me my space
Lord ain't enough time to chase all these dreams
I mean I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made up
Used to living free as a bird, now I'm laid up
Feeling like a nigga got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my life become a damn love song?
*he lights a blunt and continues*
She ride for a nigga and she stand up for him
But a nigga wanna be a nigga, be a nigga
Ride through the streets with freaks and real niggas
She never understand what it's like to be a man
Knowing when you look inside yourself you see a nigga
And you don't wanna let her down but you too young for the settle down
*At this point tears are at the rim of his eyes*
And maybe you can thug it out, learn what is love about
When you can't live with her and you can't live without
Oh shit, goddamn, I think the devil got his hands on me
Stripper saying: "Baby, won't you throw these bands on me?"
And I came to spend, she pop a molly let the motherfucking games begin
I'm running..
I let all my emotion out on this paper and start to cry, because all this time I hurt Jacob I never really cared for how he was feeling. I mean shit this nigga practically worshiped me like a God,and I ducked up his life. Shit I don't fucking blame him if he hates me I'll hate me too if I been through the shit he been through (BARS....TURN UP LOL).Fuck it time to get my shit together and get my baby back ,and ain't no nigga go stop me neither.