living life is good
but not for me for some reason
thinking about my past wishing i can go back
my mother grew up in tbe hood
and was commited for treason
imma miss her pancakes she called flap jack
a long time passe grandfather died
aint wanna say bye
or being honest
im still thinking he never fought to try
but he is in a better place now somewhere in the sky
he always say writting was the fondest
two after he died
i met a friend
who played and played til the day was over
he always talked about having dreams he flied
he was my friend beyond the end
his name was steven and he died a year ago
people leaving try to tall
but relized i wasnt like kids
as a kid you have to enjoy life as a imphant
all i ever did was read and walk
i was alone wanted to be that way forever not with no pigs
wven my mom wanted to track me with one of them implants
this story is done for now
ill make part two nd make it as funny as a clown
well enjoy your day everyone who reads or see this
L