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When i die, fuck it i wanna go to hell, cause i'm a piece of shit and it aint hard to fuckin tell. it dont make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies. dressed in white, i like black timbs and black hoodies. god will probably have me on some real strict shit, no sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked hanging with the goodie goodies lounging in paradise. Fuck that shit, i wanna tote guns and shoot dice. all my life, ive been considered as the worst. Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse. Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion. I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion. She dont even love me like she did when i was younger. Suckin on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger. I wonder if i died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies. My babies mothers 8 my little sisters 2. Whos to blame for both of them? I swear to god i just wanna slit my wrist and end this bullshit. Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit and squeeze til the beds, completely red. Glad im dead, a worthless fuckin buddha head. Stress is building up, i cant, i cant believe suicide is on my fucking mind. I want to leave, i swear to god i feel like death is fucking callin me. Nah you wouldnt understand.You see its kinda like the crack did to pookie, new jack. except when i cross over, there aint no coming back. should i die on the train tracks, like remo in beat street. People at the funeral frontin like they miss me. My baby momma kissed but she glad im gone. She knew me and her sister had somethin going on. I reached my peak, i cant speak. Call my nigga chic, tell him that my will is weak. Im sick of niggas lying, i am sick of bitches hawkin. Matter of fact im sick of talking. items to wear in cocktail which is made by designer