As time goes by,
I wonder ,
Why god why ? ,
Why did you have to let him die ,
Why was it suicide ,
Why did i not cry ?,
Why everyone in my family have to die ,
Why am i the only one ,
Why am i the only forgotten son ,
Why does my family care for anything else then me ,
Is it because i made my life to be a G ,
Everyone looking at me ,
Saying shouldnt u be happy ,
I repeat i have no family ,
So sadily i would appreciate them to be their ,
But no one cares for me ,
I would kill or even turn better to have someone to sit and talk with me ,
All these emotions in my head ,
Forgotten why i am not dead ,
This poem should be written in red ,
Cuz the blood in my brain ,
Has gotten me insane ,
I actually like it when it rains ,
Rain is a pain gain away ,
Say what u say bout me ,
It wasnt my fault i had to say fuck the police ,
I wish i hadnt killed those people ,
i wonder how i would feel to be killed ,
wait i know how ,
maybe thats why i kill ,
This is the life of a thug..