Bittersweet Honey

At the age of 24, you would think I had this life shit figured out. You wouldn't believe half the shit I went through or would you because everyone has a story to tell, right? My life could've been worst compared to others story but even for the shit that happened in my life it's a little cray cray. I done faced death more times than I could remember or maybe that's the cannabis fucking with my memory cells, who the fuck knows, let alone give a fuck. If it wasn't my parents aka to me sperm donors beating on me, it was these clown ass niggas I been with or these hating ass hoes trying to beat my ass but you already know how I'm coming. It was all fucked up, I became part of child protective services at age 9, who the hell was they really supposed to be protecting though because the homes they sent me to, shid they would protect them damn molester before they protected me. So, you already know how that go moving from house to house, switching schools, making enemies more than friends. I trusted the wrong people, hung with the wrong crowd, you know the typical foster child behavior. I was young just trying to find my way in the world. Falling victim to the streets, I became a product of my own statistics, being caught up in the wrong love triangle that could cost me my life. You know the saying some things are better left unsaid. It's true. Hatred and revenge almost took my life. A selfish act claiming the life of another, wondering was it worth such a great sacrifice. Hours of pleasure that turned into a sinister plot of one, to revenge the pain of the past they remember all too well. Would it be too late to right this wrong, could the truth of the matter really set us free or is the gun pointed to my head enough to silence the very thought of what's being said.