back in the 80s, i was a baby, i turned crazy, disrespectful to ladies, nothing that cant faze me, grew up poor striving to become rich, to dismiss this past tense, nothing to feel up against, a wall with dark shadows, im that snake with an elephant rattle, the man you dont want to battle, farm life, my herds got herds, got cattles, is my words at you, hitting your heart and soul, stick your chest out, wen this weather is cold, that just words of mouth, not enough words to amount, to fill up your house, quiet as mouse, but i see everything clear, ive seen mothers cry tears, for the fear of death, that already happened to my brothers, smothered with no oxygen to breathe, how do you dare to leave, when you have nothing to recieve, is it a dream or a nightmare, wen no one care, 40 acres isnt my fair share, wen you divide by 10 to 400, and still lied to my face, cunning, pain cant erase, chasing material things, like its going to bring me self esteem, a simple satisfaction, it goes along to my reaction, wheres the problem, wen i only can comprehend a faction, relapsing, collipsing, to the bottom, of an area, that criminalize, that techique to get over, one day i might stay sober enough, so see things with my own eyes, analyze, wats true success, but right now my questions is getting tested