Blake Lowrey
[Verse 1]
I knew this nigga from high school from growing up
Nigga always had my back when I was in a rut
He was ahead of class and was never touched
Ninas, Mac 10s, and pumps lay in his trunk
If he ever gotta go to war he won’t hesitate to dump
Pass me the nine I’m sending tips out the front
I remember during school hittin licks after lunch
We had beef with some niggas and was always on the hunt
Time has passed away and I feel like things are changing
It seems like when he comes around he’s acting all shady
I go to dap em up man his hand is always shaking
My intuition’s telling me that he’s filled with jealousy, hatred, envy, and evil and his actions are deceitful
I pulled the piece out and squeezed to keep the peace between us. People all around us start to run away and screaming
I heard a shot from the distance out to get me like a demon
A battle of the bullets is all that I’m faced with
One pistol and a dream no doubt imma chase it
I kept busting I heard god scream imma make it
That’s when the bullets stopped flying and the air around was vacant
One left in the chamber my homie’s head now is brainless
I placed the heater on his chest crossed his hands then escaped it
[Verse 2]
I knew this one girl from high school we kept in touch
She always seemed to hold me down when I out of luck
Super caring always nice and was cute as fuck
But some how some way I always fuck it up
Anyway I stayed with her until I could get a truck
Get a job get some bread and stack my money up
That was the plan I started fucking up
She always on my ass about coming home pissy drunk
"I had a bad ok don’t say shit!"
I raised my hand at her and she coward and just stayed stiff
I lost all control and started choking her with fate’s grip
She started swinging back that’s when her knuckles to my face hit. She threatened that I leave and be on the streets homie
I said that I wouldn’t and she called police on me
I just fucking left man I felt like a bitch
To top it off I ain’t even take none of my shit
Left my nine on the dresser so I’m naked with no tips
How I’m supposed to fight back in this city that I’m in?
I walk around the corner holy shit the block is lit
I fucking dipped stressed as fuck I’m stuck in this apocalypse
I hid in a alley I was cold I lit a cig
Watched police flood the streets looking for a "man in red"

[Journal Entry]
March 1st 2012 Thursday 8:00 am
I absolutely positively without a shadow of a doubt hate this fucking school. Everyone here is just plain fucking ignorant
Like I don’t even wanna ride the bus because there’s always gotta be that one nigga to fight someone over a seat like nigga... It's not that serious. Sit somewhere the fuck else
Oh my god. *sigh
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