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is kind of hard to fear death,

since we are young,

we see it everyday,

we tend to live in a cold world dont you say,

would it not be great if like BK

you can have it your way,

live happy with a grin on your face,

but a course

no more cartoons are stuck in your head,

like as a kid act crazy and insane,

the only reason to worry

was to turn your homework everyday,

got used to the brawls,

ethnic races trying to prove who is strong,

so you simply adapt,

going to school strap,

cause you never know

what physical activity would be taught,

in the beginning maybe with some fright,

lord please dont let no one say whats up!

I will pray for you every night,

after a month or weeks,

your mind grows strong,

come on man, say whats up,

I am ready at 3 oh clock,

posted up on the block,

have some rocks you might want,

but herbal tea is what I love,

seeing your familia,

friends that have grown part of it,

simply fall to the ground,

the ring in your ears hurt,

yet you hold them strong,

that feeling you get, fuck the world,

god if you are so great,

why you let them fall with no delay,

rage animal I shall become,

I see him, fuck it I would go hunt,

7 shots, fuck it make it 35,

I dont care if I die,

no one takes away my families bond,

days go by

If you lucky did not have to paid no jail bond,

have to deal with the owner knocking at your door,

is the first of the month,

I think you need to give me something green,

shit if it was my tea,

I would be delighted and instead of 1 cup

ill give you 3,

the times your stomach gave you a grin,

as you reach in your pockets

shit man nothing,

oh shit I thought paper was white,

I got a set of pink papers

whats up with that,

so no resource,

one way or the other have to make the stack,

in one week shit we can pay it all,

have nice dinners,

with steak and barbecue sauce,

the days in the morning are so gloomy at times

you down want to get up,

instead of the fresh aroma,

the only sense is dried up blood,

the birds dont sing no more,

sirens roam through the streets,

the big bird in the nights never let me sleep,

resting in my bed,

god thank you for making me live,

but if you want to take me away,

just let my utter

I love you and good bye

to my beautiful mother,

I got respect for my father and brothers,

living in overpopulated streets,

signs change from every ½ mile down the streets,

have to be recognize

so when you buy your gear

where the right outfit kid,

and if you get out

mostly likely you came back

from the army or the marines,

so it is said from the mind,

back when I was 9

already had fallen behind on the line,

that will take me to the pearly gates,

not by choice but by factors,

if I can go back,

shit I would like to be a honored student,

received a scholarship,

fly through USC,

and receive my PHD or masters in physiology,

so when I received a patient,

re-telling the events,

I can simply say,

forget the masters degree

and my graduation from USC I feel you kid,

cause I also came from the streets,

and had to fight my way to eat,

so your solution is simply

if you have the correct mind set,

you just have the will to live

and out due life man

-che