In the belly

He took my feelings and put it in his pocket,told me he kept it righ next to where Dat glock fit.feelings like bullets wit no names on it, hit right dab in the middle wit 3 chainz on it.  he said I herd you praising for da holy team, fast like a hurricane he tried to murder me. my life was spared by christ. not 1x but twice. picking up my head in silence,best meditation practice you should try it. A wise man once told me time heals all pain,
maybe one day I too can feel the same. Until than I guess I'll use this pain to win big instead of sitting down in shame. Drained me right into reservation mode, damn that Sunday was cold, woke up to a pole wit not a clue guess what my momma said was very true. ended up in handcuffs feelings of F*ck,time to catch this plane back to bad luck, back in the white man's face that claims you a F*ck up,like I claimed prior before I was spared by da one who came to this world , to forgive us for horror stories like these, mine just so happend to be centered in my disease. Nearly lost it . So what  I do, get on my knees and prayed to da one who can solve it. Voices in my head silenced by power greater than any human or thing I ever saw fit ever. Over A hundred of times of attempts
still a slip and a fall make it make sense maybe now it's time to take a hint calm it down and get a GRIP ask for help  before you slip again you might not be so fortunate next time  my friend
It's ok to admit that you fucked up because sooner or later you'll be back up cleansing the soul, which once was closed. its bout to be the best story ever told. Lost boy lost boy run on lost boy.....Pressure on the rise when it's time to make you shine, sometimes you gotta get broken so that way yo soul can be awoken, money never sleeps especially when you in dem streets because know you gotta look out and hope dem people don't come and  show out. I'm kinda like an accord when I'm pulling up silent when ya see me I hear the yelling she just pulled up .
You ever wonder When my mind is constantly stuck on repeat,problem wit Dat is .I keep missing da beat, steady letting self catch all of da heat. F*ck are all my friends Dat claim they be there for me. Look into the past and tell me what you see, a little girl who keep screaming and looking back at me this is what you call life of a fugitive you nearly missed this shit. On the run for 15 yearsand all you come back with is a pocket full of tears holding back the weapons they said u was almost dead  you think maybe someone coulda been there for me mentally they waited for me until I crashed and burned now lemme show you mother suckas what I learned.......