Caricamento in corso...

Story of a hundred endings

To

( My life ) by ~castle

Listen up) my life is not just a story! it’s a lesson so you don’t live a short life as I lived mine! The luxury of living, is the price you pay when karma catches you for your crimes, you thought all your homies were oranges but turns out they were all limes rats and snitches always throwing dimes so you fall for crimes, yet snitching is not what you do, so you do the time expected others to have your back since you to took the time but you were wrong nobody had your back after all that, (even after all that) they used you as a knife rack, don’t even place it, just stick it right in my back I’ll even wipe the blood & sharping it then give it right back then I’ll turn around then have you put it right back it was like it was meant to be like it’s karma and we all know karma is
truly unstoppable unwritable legends of stories of them   hoes behind back talking then lines walking crossroad crossings decisions made with lack of statistical statistics lone soldier in a stadium of hypocrite critics prejudging before understanding the lyrics crowds of delirious bitches making romantic decisions based on your riches dividends never before seen by these truly untrustable bitches to many knives in my back each with deceiving markings of my past  my trust for peps is fragile like glass my own homies try to burn my ass friendships tossed out like trash years in the making makes me laugh how paper green makes people change on your ass so fast dint even see it coming true story if your wondering it’s not just words combined to make rhymes like some scam artist shaven dollars to make 12 dimes  one thousand times accurately perpetrated publicly demonstrated in front of the whole world seen with all eyes lack of friendships is the break of all ties the down fall of all lies devoted to the dedication of all life like a ticking clock every body dies like a dead body staring eyes to the skies A life so worthless that nobody cries  life is once!!! no second try’s all the money in the world but with nobody by your side  nobody to pay for your funeral with your own money that you worked for your  whole life Government paid cremation ashes tossed in the  dirt a human with no worth just a dead man that died with nobody on his side everything he worked for finances and property distributed equally to strangers of the lower-class everybody gets a share government as well while the rich lonely man burns in hell no recollection no history not a single memory left of the lonely rich man forgotten ing to ever exist on this earth the man’s fate was set straight since birth even his own mother knew her son was cursed but still A mothers love for her son was always there till the day she died son at her funeral looking into his mother’s eyes nothing was seen but broken hearts and shattered dreams only memory of his mother was the last dieing screams but the boy’s father was still around told his son to keep his head up and never put it down trust nobody keep nobody around people just going to let you down just Focus on getting money and wealth even if it compromises your Health  every time the boy tried to be normal it ended with the belt The boy grew to be a teenager  full of anger eyes on one prize make much money as fast as he can before he dies that’s all he knew he was told by someone that was wise character of disguise bomb maker one minute ticker get shit done faster than 2 broke hoes with no mother no father figure or brother smartest wise man the teenager Ever knew the teen took the advice and used them as  Principles
For the rest of his life it was a gamble to him like the role of dice he alway won 7 or 11 more than twice  in the middle of class Hustlin everybody for their cash even after school robing houses for the stash!!!! Drug dealers tooking off the market with one grab 2 homies in the front 2 in the back not even strapped knife in the hand ready to attack Hustlin teen leader of the pack H.O.T always ON TRACK stashing all the cash away taking hand outs from the born rich kids every day lunch fully paid Cheating in class just to get minimum grade  no time to study mind on his money making plans to put his hands on your cash stash hustling mothafuckas even selling grass for cash to multiple dumbass’s nothing ever goes smoothly fucked up made a mistake arrested at last Cops and judges making decisions about jail cells in prisons with no learning disciplines just cruel  intentions by cops in all divisions Cuting motherfuckers like surgical incisions beat so badly looks like he was in a head on collision lips so swollen sounds like he speaking Australian straight to prison runing with Asians and samoans not knowing light skins should be tiptoeing anywhere near skinheads racist motherfuckers killing over colors just like kindergartners fighting over Kranz you Think it’s funny to you realize nobody is fighting with their hands weapons of mass devastation Neck stabbing body part separation even if they don’t want to their leaders make them it’s a obligation kill him or I kill you!!! You would do the same to if you found yourself in somebody else’s shoes wrong place with 2 choses to choose kill or be killed straight out of prison with a new perspective well respected bitches closely selected  still under investigation DNA swabed by Irvine detective bald guy brown jacket looks well respected crimes committed in possible to be detected smellin so suspicious like A septic tank Eyes on a come up thinking about a bank  loads of money for the taking to close to call so no faking finger print taking during a routine hand shaking access to the safe even closer with all the plans in the making  still stressed out cuz the mans not rich and his mind frame is in a different context too  complex to express Hustlin to him is a contest to victory  or ending of his history!!hustling was his life and hustling was his death, all the money in the world but with nobody left, alone locked in a cell of his own seclusion!

(1987)

How many stabes in the back before you collapse

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