Isedufukndie Testo

Slowly. Breaking down feeling weak. Thinkin about the higher ground that I wish to seek. For safeness. For realness. I'll break it down simple for my people to hear this. Cause my shit is for realness. For my people to hear this. Six years of age when I first got my rage. Father broke out. Then I turned a new page of my life. Changed. Then it was crazy. Thanx to my mom cause she stuck by to raise me since I was a baby. She stuck by to raise me. There is no sound. Coming up from the ground. No way. Not this time. Buried deep inside. There is no evidence. Feelings that I hide. Sometimes are too intense. Silent. In the dark I think I'm nutty. Vicious swords of emotion slash and leave me bloody. I said you fucking die...