Wake up, stay awake. Damn I don’t believe this shit. I knew I should have kept my black ass home tonight but no, I had to go out on a run and now I’m dyin in this piece of shit field. Damn how long have I been here, it feels like hours. I’m cold as hell, ain’t it still June. Damn I had shit to do tomorrow. I was gonna get up with my boys and chill then later on that night make up with my gurl at a candle light dinner. Shit was gonna be right, especially since we ain’t make love in a month. Damn I miss her, a thick ass red bone looking like Ky Toi Johnson, just a little thinner. I miss the way her lips taste. I can still remember the first time I was with her. I was too punked out to try to speak, besides she was my wanna be ganstas lady. Punk ass wanna be didn’t even know how to treat her, that’ shit still pisses me off now. Puttin his hands to her and in public, I had to check him, especially through that damn car window, busted his shit for real, his face and car window. That shit was mad funny and made me feel good. I was raised by all women so I could just watch that shit. Punk ass Justin Smith aka Pretty J, not after that night. Damn it hurt to much to laugh, shit it hurts to breathe. Damn Riot find me nigga, my shit is leakin out on the real. Calm down, he ain’t comin I know, I can feel it. I feel nothing, not even my fingers, just my thought. Damn God, where you at, Jesus send somebody…… Oh I see, did too much to walk through huh, fuck it fine, come get me you bitch ass wanna be fake gansta. Damn am I scaried, I am. Of Satan and Hell, naw. It’s my Lady, my Lady Taz, my wild child, I’m missin her and her touch, her love. Suck that shit up. Huh Riot, naw just some stray cat. Fuck it. Fine, I’mma be a man I ain’t gonna beg, just say thank you, thank you for my moms death, my father’s exit when I was 5, thanks for the hood, thanks for takin my boy Fred, I’m sorry man, we ain’t finna chill with Pac and Bigg son.