I don't care if it hurts, I'll pay my weight in blood
To feel my nerves wake up
So love me now, or let me go
Let me feel these highs and lows
Before the doors to my heart close
Touch me someone
I'm too young to feel so numb, numb, numb, numb
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It's going on three weeks since a nigga been out and word got around fast.
I ain't gone lie I'm happy as fuck to be home but I'm grateful for the time that i was away. I got to see who was really fucking with me and who wasn't.
Now that I'm back fake bitches and corny níggas wanna show they face like they been down. That shit is disrespectful but I ain't tripping off that Ima just chill for a min then get back on my grind.
Walking upstairs from the basement I grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Being in the pen I got use to being up at the ass crack of dawn and having nothing to do I would work out or just chill in my cell and read.
Ain't shit else to do but that, all day everyday for 2 1/2 years. Either you busy yourself or you'd be in some shit.
Most niggas that's in there ain't got shit to lose so they fuck with you just cause.
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A nigga looking different outchea now got these lil bird brain bitches flocking tryna see who gone be the first to suck me off.
Maybe later I'll hit the Ave, to get a haircut from the homie sneak, and hit up the home girl Brooklyn see if she down to throw ass for a nigga.
Since I been out I done knocked off a couple bitches letting me know I still got it like that. I haven't got my dick wet in years, the shit was well over due. That's one thing I missed other than my grandma good ass food.
I went in a scrawny mothafucker came back with some muscle and meat on my body and the bitches loving it.
Getting out the shower I throw a lil fit on with my Cleveland jersey and leave the house.
Hopping in my ride I ain't really have a set plan so I decide to swing by my old school first to check my homie Mr. Keller.
I went through a rough patch during my high school years and he'd be there every step of the way constantly looking out for a nígga. He ain't had to but he did.
He was the only teacher I fuck with heavy, he was cool as fuck. He came to visit me a couple times since I been locked up making sure I was good. Just looking out like always.
He sent me few books and shit to read up in there and would secretly add money to my books even when I told his hard headed ass not to.
I appreciate him for it though, he'll always have my respect. Mr. Keller a real one.
Pulling up outside the school I parked across the street and sit there for bit looking at the building.
