stop wishing death on me im gonna outlive my worst critics if my God wanted me dead i would of been dead when that coward shot my brother when them thirty niggas jumped me when i spit in that nigga face they went to get a gun my gun is a spirit remember that your worst nightmare of me getting murdered or being unhealthy wont happen my life is written im a go thrue hell just to get to my heaven and thats manchions yachts and sports cars dig im not scared of death i passed that fear when i seen my brother bleeding out his back nigga shot my brother in the back foreal he couldnt even be man enuff to shoot the man lookin at him so all my critics remember i dont have emotions of a coward i shed tears in secret so i can handle the public pain but all who made me shed a tear or tried to hurt my family i want them to be my footstool i want them to experience pain i want them to shed a million more tears right before there untimely demise i want all my enemys to bleed and have to watch me smile i want all my enemys to die by the hands of there best friend im a walkin voodoo doll words is power i want my family to come together and return to power we hurtin out hear i want all the people who dont bleed like me to become fans of this real shit i want my family to know i love them and no form of witchcraft is stronger than my God i want them to know i will not die like mr.pewee did we will return to power im taking it in my hands but i rule with a iron fist..........poem called my enemys
Posted on: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 19:31:58 +0000
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