Life is Hard
Life, is hard I learned.
Life, I learned is very hard. Theirs no easy way out of it and theirs no cheats around it. I used to walk through life as if I were a God. I was almost like a God. I had money,girls,houses. Everything.Now I'm nothing.I'm living like normal people do.No more flashy bling or nice cars. Now I'm forced to deal with an addiction. I can't. NO. Won't live through this. So one day after arriving home (again) with no luck of finding a job, I bought a gun. Don't ask where I got it from. I just had it.I told myself if life gets to tough pull the trigger. I ended up meeting a girl. Real sweet,innocent,sexy as hell. She treated me right and we loved each other. Or so I thought. I started making money. Lots of money. I bought her a big diamond ring and proposed at a five-star restaurant.
She immediately said yes and I was overwhelmed. I was so freaking happy that I asked her to move in and she did with no hesitation. I went to a drug addiction therapist and I finally kicked the habit. So when I did my last session I was walking in the front door when I thought. "I'm going to throw that gun out for good." I walked into our large new room and felt something cold press against my skull. Death had arrived. I don't know how I didn't see it coming. I should have never bought the gun. I was foolish. But she was foolish even more. I had video recorders all over the house.
Except in the bathrooms and dressing places of course. She may have killed me but I still live on. In that tape I live on knowing that justice will be brought upon her sometime. Even though she is traveling to Mexico with over a Billion dollars in cash justice will prevail. It always has and always will. Right now I'm pretty much stuck on waiting to get into heaven. My job on earth is fully for filled at present. The cops are chasing her on the highway. It will end soon. She was always a terrible driver. Oops. She hit a car. Oh shit her car blew up. Well, my job is over. I'll see you up there with the big man. Peace.
She immediately said yes and I was overwhelmed. I was so freaking happy that I asked her to move in and she did with no hesitation. I went to a drug addiction therapist and I finally kicked the habit. So when I did my last session I was walking in the front door when I thought. "I'm going to throw that gun out for good." I walked into our large new room and felt something cold press against my skull. Death had arrived. I don't know how I didn't see it coming. I should have never bought the gun. I was foolish. But she was foolish even more. I had video recorders all over the house.
Except in the bathrooms and dressing places of course. She may have killed me but I still live on. In that tape I live on knowing that justice will be brought upon her sometime. Even though she is traveling to Mexico with over a Billion dollars in cash justice will prevail. It always has and always will. Right now I'm pretty much stuck on waiting to get into heaven. My job on earth is fully for filled at present. The cops are chasing her on the highway. It will end soon. She was always a terrible driver. Oops. She hit a car. Oh shit her car blew up. Well, my job is over. I'll see you up there with the big man. Peace.
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