I wasn’t ready to kill until I got shot at. Had a gun put to my head, I wasn’t a fighter until I got my but whooped for the first time. I wasn’t a butthole until I got treated like crap. I wasn’t a womanizer until a woman broke my heart. I wasn’t a hustler until I was broke with no other choice. I wasn’t a criminal until I realized the whole government was crooked. I wasn’t greedy until I realized that everyone else is. So I had to be more hungry than them to survive. I lived my life on the edge until I almost died. I had a big warm heart until I realized how cold the world was. I didn’t like being an outcast until I started living like an outlaw. I thought stealing was wrong until I realized I had been getting robbed my whole life. I didn’t want to die until all the fun was sucked out of life. They stole my innocence.

My mind and my body are at odds
All because a foreign identity
Is my new reality
How can it be, it was you and me
A pair of BMWs
On the terrain of life
Until the brakes gave way, ending the day.

What’s it all for?
What’s it all for?
To what height? To what level? To what reward?

Always thinking of how he could help
He would always support and encourage me
True camaraderie
Frozen in time, July the 9th
I lost part of me
Brandon, I thank you for the years we had
Good and bad.

But what’s it all for?
What’s it all for?
Why the hustle? What’s the message? To what reward?
What’s it all for?
What’s it all for?
Why the hustle? What’s the message?