User talk:Israel iduwe

I have been holding this pain inside for so log though the rain never goes away they say i should leave these street behind me but it's so hard to escape. Oh lord please send me an angel to lead me out of this place take me away, far away to better days. i'm just driving and thinking how i survivce here in zanzoo in libya, take this lambo and put six holes in it shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it lift the door up and let all my demons out and i can see my brother now because that's i have been dreaming about i an't thinking about bitches and pulling beamer out, i'm thinking about my life how my life will look like tomorrow.I known how to make it out the hood i've seen the route. I'm sitting on these stairs at this churh bout to start a verse and somebody bout to start a hearse tell me who inside it, who son is that, and now the these now tell me who gun was that i an't saying confess definetely an't saying snitch. i'm in this booth pacin' what do i say next should i talk about some cars or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars or my farm wounds, i can't show you i covered 'em up with tatoos i can't do nothing but spit the truth. See to live is to suffer but to survive well that's to find meaning in the suffering.