i just read a poem about life questions, mysteries and blasphemy so as i hold this 45 to my head, i ask god to erase my suggestions, histories and blast 4 me i was blessed with knowledge and love, i was given a heart of life as of lately, ive been thinking more of the afterlife i need to put my past behind me, think ahead and try to prevail get rid of the "uneccesaries" like spams in e-mail i treat the odds like working at a meat market, i raise the stakes on a high shelf my friends ask if i eat my own body parts, cuz im so full of my damn self u may not get my point, my mind is not str8, i guess its imbalance i guess i need to be more hard, like the soles on a timberlands i tend not to hear ppl well. u can say that i lay-on-ears im ignorant, when it comes to war, i stick to beef..like burgers and mayonaise im paranoid,i feel like i will get killed for a while lately so i bought me a gun and now i stay strap like seats with child safety pastor says im flirting with life, and tho its not best-to-flaunt im crying on the inside and sweating like a dog in a beijing restaurant i dont see a future, its likely that i will fail to find i need the lord to evaluate GAMEPUN's state of mind