My homegurl got shot and died on the street. I held her in my arms and prayed to God, found myself in a f****d up world.
I knew that things wouldnt get better if I tried, I just sat on the ground, cried and cried. When I went to her funeral and saw her face, I knew that my life could never erase.
I was stuck in this shit and I couldnt get out, even if I scream and even if I shout. My vato left me when I had his son, I heard the next day he shot himself with a gun.
My crazy life had ended like this, I didnt even get my vatos last kiss.
