Ketamine fucked him up.
I flew through with a Wine spritzer and that was enough.
He liked the cocaine.
I just liked hot water bottles and being i.n.s.a.n.e.
He would stab anyone on the spot if he thought they weren't giving me respect enough.
I'd stab anyone who tried to hurt him.
We are extremities but it just comes down to what we've been T.H.R.U
Life survival.............
You'll never know what you are capable of until your back is against the wall and world seemingly against you
Im thankful a little Art Hustle got me back on the daily Survival.
He was less fortunate and now prison bars are trying to teach him what he ought not to do
..........breathe in this feeling
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