money problems.

panic attacks. I was having nervous breakdowns like man these niggas that much better than me. gotta hustle hard. gotta smarten up. more so worried bout my future more than ever. reality tv got me trippin out. everybody going thru the same shit no matter what smething looks like. even the kids from the burbs. the hood lied to me. all im looking for is one door to change myself to true form and put some life in my pocket. fuck suicide b. i cant leave leau lonely wit these phonies. once im out the hood niggas dont know me no more. alotta people i know are faggets. from a bitch tryna cripple me wit a.... lol. whatever. i dont believe the lies my life is tryna behold. DRAFT