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[aid] => mick
[title] => MY LIFE IN PERSPECTIVE
[time] => 2012-11-16 01:55:08
[hometext] => Hopefully this will help you understand why I am the way I am; and a better look on my past
[bodytext] => I cant tell you now but one day you will understand, why im quiet and why im different from other men. I been through alot and if i told ya you'd flip, i wasnt the same person that you see in my facebook pic. There was another me i was in another zone . Drugs and hennessey had my mind gone. You blow it off like pfff I seen it all before. You Underestimate the depth of the dark of my core. I was young but i knew right from wrong. Id blame it all but i cant blame it on who writes my favorite songs. No matter how inappropriate i made those decisions, and through my decisions i followed my bad visions. I acted out, disrespected my moms, ran with the wrong people stirring the storms. Bullied my siblings, bullied kids in school, bullied the weak i just thought i was cool. Egotistical to the extreme with my pride in the clouds. Maybe its arrogance or maybe its inside i was still a stubborn child. I didnt understand myself but i thought i was right. In my mind i felt above people and always in fights. I skipped school, mainly because i followed my own rules. Stole food out the stores, i was 13 smoking kools. Hang out all day where i wasnt susposed to be looking up to those who did the same before me. You was young then, probably in 3rd grade, i was alot older doing things of a middle age. Then I got emancipated, my moms divorced me, i was used to it already years before my dad tossed me. Nowhere to go but I denied the fact, looked at the bright side all i gotta do is sell crack. Streets was my home, my clique was my family. Tought me to sell work and tree carefully. addicted to ganglife tagging walls, made a name for myself and disreguarded laws. burglarized houses and terrorized rather night or sunny, stole girls hearts just for their money. i break out on them, Took my money and bought liquor, i drunk daily making my life sicker. I smoked weed, more like 4 ounces a week, thats a pound a month wasnt gettin hie thats when i moved up to LSD. I felt happy now that i was in a make believe world. Hands grabbing out the walls i forced it on my ex- girl. I ruined her life when i brought her down to my level. She was infatuated by my bad boy rep an outlaw rebel. I got her pregnant that was my worst mistake, not only was i not ready i couldnt raise her with the choices i make. Before that i was a lowsy friend. Went to his house like i was his kin. We did everything his parents invite me to dinner they didnt know that my moral values were alot thinner. I shook his hand like have a safe trip homie then that night busted his door down like he was not my homie. Ran in his house like i owned the place, pulled that 9 out like i was jesse james. Im disgusted, i took all he had, loaded up his vehicles and took a truck from his dad. Cops came like damn what have i done? Im goin to jail now, should i hit the ground or run? Rotting in jail knowing soon ill have to face the facts, that my new enemy will discover my acts and want payback. Some friend huh? I smiled in his face then stick-n-move. That was the second time my face was in the news. i apologize and regret for the rest of my days of living, though i dont deserve to be forgiven. In this world theres just certain things you do not do, i burned so many bridges smoke blinds my view. Ive smoked so much my brain is through! Ive gave it all up but its too late, the damage is done. Gained alot of weight and lost my memory some. Health problems grew on from my damaged liver. If you've ever asked thats why i dont drink liquor. Or smoke cigs or weed for that matter, i look at yall do it like i already climbed that ladder. Im past that now and im strugglin to catch up. Because for so many years I been outta touch. If God passed me the remote id hit reverse, I prayed everyday for him to remove this curse. Everyday just seemed to get worse. Be proud of where im at and understand that im a better man. Give me your hand and tell me that you love me grand. I need gratitude and your attention. I do talk i got alot to say if your willing to listen. Show interest but give me time. Give me your deepest love and ill give you mine. Im a forever type of guy whos true on all parts. Ill ignite this relationship if you give me a spark. I hope this gives you a better understanding of me.
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