I don’t believe in God and I don’t believe in the devil, but if you asked me to choose a side I’d probably choose the devil. Cuz I’ve held a gun to my head more times than I’ve ever said prayers by my bed. Matter fact, I dont even remember that last prayer that I said, all I can think of is when I had a trey eight lead slug to my head hammer cocked door locked my heart pounding body sweating eyes crying and all these thoughts I just want it to stop, then I think about what I’m doing and who I’m hurting my father? Shit it’d take a week for him to realize that I’m missing until he starts to smell my body rotting. My brother? All he cares about is keeping all my things, some days he’s cool but most day’s hed rather diss. My baby sis? She’d be sad that I’m gone but glad that I ain’t all up in her business fa reaall.. My mother, well she can burn in hell.