A GUN (lost and found), an update with improved #rapping EXPLICIT
0A gun (lost and found).
Been locked down, beaten and fucked by those who usually frown.
Nothing done, nothing gained, caught fists fucking bloodstained.
A job with a dealership dealer, I couldn't afford a shitty gun, so knuckle dusters I gripped.
Got sent to the gay side of prison, and being straight, I suffered for no reason. It's like being a hard heterosexual was treason.
You learn from these criminal minds. When they trap you, you remember things in rewind. This cold world has many unprivileged people in a bind.
Locked, body, mind and especially dick, closing my eyes, thinking lies, I imagine my last chick, even though she got pregnant and sick. A minor flick.
It's hard to be a man surrounded by men, with them swarming you again and again. There's no escaping this gay pen.
I'd rather be in a prison in Spain.
So I turned to pumping weights full of hate, then breaking bones and cartilage in brutal fights. But then I got thrown into solitary confinement with guards on top, with twisted groans and moans, my heart would stop. I think I broke the jaw of a guard named Pansy Jones.
Got out eventually and wouldn't leave the dilapidated house. A new century, a new world, like a broken alien hiding like a mouse. Anxiety's douse.
Got depressed, suffering suicidal self-harming thoughts, then got mad and killed the snitch I saw smiling, only to get caught. This time, though, a good gun was bought, blowing out brains and teeth. So, what, only beef meat to beat.
So what's next? Spain or to mum a one-sentence text? Or do I join a tarot card sect to select the card from deaths deck.
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