another letter just to kill the pain just like diamonds and gold does not make sense but they are rare just like the soul....


but life is hard so you pour another drink just to forget the past....



your price tag and life goes down a couple notches then you get a new label in the eyes of the people....

that label is called an alcoholic......


then you start getting judge and blamed for every mistake if something goes wrong....


like the rent did not get paid on time....
or someone hits your car and it was not your fault... random things in life... things you do not have control of...

but someone have to live that life we all can't be millionaires like Donald Trump and this s*** world..


everyone will get their pound of Flesh and time it will find a way the creep up on us just like a spider hunts his prey for a late night snack...

and this f****** food chain we call life...


what happens if you're in the bottom of the goddamn food chain with nothing left. .... trying to find your purpose but no one's willing to listen to you....

then the demon inside your head starts to talk to you then the gun listens then you aim and point the trigger at the unwilling victim...


there's another Soul has been lost by your greed....

more sacrifices will be made more mass murder more torture and pain....

because the Greene is calling and it is strong because Mom and Grandma needs a house.... just to top it off the sexual greed of the pussy need more money just to get her hair done in clothes and her nails done you do what she asked cuz you love her.... and she's pregnant... with your kid...



so you go out there to reload the Glock dude again the kill the ones who had a better in you......

who cares about the blood on your hands you have nothing left can't get a job because you are a felon there's no second chance when you go down that road.... so it is hunting season....



so f*** it it is my personal Vendetta....




so f*** the pigs and blue suits they bring me no peace gangsters are still shooting up my hometown so I decide to join them....

. they are just like me with blood on their hands...
when will this madness ever end...



and to I lay in a coffin face down soaking in my own blood... .



I guess that is. collateral damage in the eyes of a gangster...


KJ signing out.....

because everybody wants to be a gangster.....

it's not what you think

It's A Hard Road....

remember that...