How can I be happy
How can I talk about feelings
When I don’t know
If they are really there
I don’t really know
What I want from myself
I’ve been lock up,
And I’m again lock up
For being in the gangs
Selling drugs to people
I’ve been doing this for a long as time
I lost a lot people in my life
But I keep going
Because my life is going better
My pain killing me
My best friend got killed in front of me
Damn that was at for me,
Hi’s like brother to me
I would do anything for him,
But I promise to myself
When I get out ,I will find the people who killed him.
But now I try to let it go , I just want to move on.