• every time i see myself alone i think of the stuff that've torn me up, no one adore the kind of person i am, im worn out of this depression, i was born like this, an ounce of happiness to me is a 3 point score and this shit aint really helped it just made it more worse, this shit just playen out like some 10 buck whore and, it all started when i left chicago always being judged cuz im colombiano i aint deny that but i say im also americano shrink down my attitude feeling like an enano 1 star personality just like an in-n-out girl bitch thats a felony, gonna have a group on you if you mess wit me homie you got a price to pay aint none of this free shit gonna be gory , straight up west side story my mom tryed to make me into something perfect only thing she accomplished was changing my surface the person inside the body that don't fit him was more this than more that, more less, the purest pure less, sht was like incest

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