Product of my surrounding or so it may seem. Mentallity full of corruption. A nightmare no dream. There is no way out. No light at the top of the box. I know i will not resort to using my glock, i might pop. I can put in work into an art i know i'll will come through. A gun on my waist..man... its just blockin my view. its blockin my vision and every decision. im wishin the light can break through.