I have everything I ever wanted, but I have no one to share it with. Dead lift. Dead lift. Being restricted and hated is the only thing I’ve ever known. Every day is the same, with no excitement. I have a gun, you have a gun, we’re all armed. We used to have fun, talking and joking, but now things have changed. I sometimes feel like I have to compromise and be uptight. I don’t need to mess with that chick, but I miss her and I want to tell her. I think about my daughter and the disorder she might have when she sleeps. I only need to remind myself that knowledge and personal growth lead to positivity. It’s amazing how something so simple can make a difference. Men can be flagrant and entertaining, but sometimes they disturb me and I want to save someone from their disturbances. I won’t play that game when it’s fake and uncomfortable. Insecure guys make me uncomfortable, so I dump them and move on. I reluctantly fall back into bad company and bad vibes. I wouldn’t know where to start if we switched positions and you gave me so much. It doesn’t matter how much you give, it’s the same old faces that bore me. It’s easy to be persuaded by money when you’re broke. The lights in Vegas are overrated, especially when Mayweather is out. I took the Glock out of the paper bag and confused it. God freed us from the nooses around our necks and I sold the brick in Houston. Now my occupation is dealing drugs. I took a hit or two, but I didn’t mind being a criminal. My eyes were blind, but now I see indigo hair. All the soldiers return home safely to where they were stationed. I pray that I’m stationed in the strongest position. In Canada, I’m at the bottle service tables in the club. I ended up getting the best facials and massages. I saw a lot of progression while kicking back. I had love for everyone in prison. I mentioned everyone except myself. I stayed away from gangsters and salty people. I walked away because I hate the same reason you do. What’s the reason? I’ve crossed paths with a lot of people on top, but I don’t need to fix anything. Picture me sabotaging Korea while driving an Audi. That’s the kind of progression I saw with Vic. I see how everyone runs their own game in the South Side. They want favors now, but later they’ll make kind gestures. Lately, I’ve been dealing with crazy people on a regular basis. That’s the shit I’m dealing with.

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