Afterword

Put my thoughts on a pad and got addicted so fast Like an alcoholic yawin' yeah I gotta hit the flask Although in the beginning I admit it was so sad 2018 Arthur Miller yeah I know I really crashed Too scared to kill myself could never do the task Three years later gettin paper copped a bag I'm back Once was so tragic, and now we just mad lit Influence the masses put mama on Sax's 5th But you gotta see things like these were meant to be Never thought I'd make it out CT off Portland Street Grinded for my shit but partially I got lucky Cuz I still know desperate n***** that will fein do anything Out there stuck in Waterbury it get scary North Main Street Where n***** squeeze to make some cheese cuz baby daughter gotta eat Pay the landlord and the heat Bookie on my ass all week How I'm gonna take these ends and make 'em meet, I guess we'll see