I grew up in the streets of Bakersfield, educated in the pen. Homeboys are for life, Homeboys to the end.
I never was a badass So I learned to hustle Meth. The devils lil pawn selling crystal meth, spreading white death.
I’m sick N fuckin tired of heartache and pain, of missing my babies, and playing in the rain.
Good God in Heaven please hear this convicts plea. Keep a firm hand on my children and have no thought for me.
You know my heart, you know I’m done. I pray each night for my prodigal son.
Thank you Lord for each and everyday and for giving me the strength to Just Walk Away.
TWD
