To many thoughts runnin thru my mind…thinkin I might b waistin tyme…thinking wut I did wrong…for u to come and not give a damn…sayin if I die u’ll just have to barry me…and get on wit u’r lyfe…but wut u don’t kno is that ima a soldjah…ready to ride till I die…wit my man…like boney and clyde…bein my dad u didn’t realize…I’d put my lyfe on tha line juss to save u’rs…but those tymes is long gone…don’t get it wrong…I got tears in my eyes…ready and waitin to fall from my eyes…but im stronger than wut u think…I’ll get by…but may b u wont…u’ll realize afta im gone…that u was tha 1 really in tha wrong…sorry to say all tha shit u do juss make me strong…not gone waist no mo tears…heart no longer full of fears…wuz a waist of my tyme to think u’d change…u still tha same nigga from my childhood…growin up round u…I thank god fo wut I seen…cuz now I kno wut lyfe really meens…and im thankfull fo each day…I spend wit those who truly care…to bad to kno u aint there!