next day im fine then im dealing with a lot, i pray the pain away just hoping that it’ll stop cs i can’t balance all the good bad, sunny days aint promised happy days is what we truly want, cant afford the price of happiness cs everything cost, life can be expensive when u broken and torn, i learned to grind through the hurt it made me toughen some more ,like on them days it was storming and pouring ain’t have no guidance i been lost since a child, no way out but the streets then gave me hope to survive no father figure but i had the ghetto angels aside, they taught me things about this life and what to sacrifice ill die for what is right
