As i prepare for the death of me, i sit back relax think of the years ahead of me,and whats left of me, whats left to see,in the depths of the sea, lies infamy , whats in for me?was i blessed with a gift or was it just common courtesy?mother nature raised a storm and im her blur to see.i know in the sparrows eye it hurt to see, me becoming who i am makes it hurt to breathe,im typing from my mind what hurt to speak.got pain in my stomach make it hurt to eat.6 feet of dirt above my body gives me turf to grieve.im in a vision of temptations without a tunnel to leave.im restin in the shades beneath a ton of leaves.mindframe set to finish as i roam free to believe.death is destined to come, chalk lined in the street.price tag gone priceless..D.O.A attached to my feet.as i lay there lifeless theres not a thing that i need.looks is a coverup soon to decieve.born 4,20,87.was the date that my mother concieved.came out the womb like a demon.eager to wake from his sleep.turned into a beast by the time i was teen.everything vanished never pictured a dream.a little scroundel in my days i was cold in the heat.threw away all the people that was around, all i needed was me.started drinkin liqour smoking weed.and doing dirty deeds...................2 be continued