yo i dont know what to do
life is so hard wid out u
im not doin notin but stressin
everythin bout life is so depressin
i need u to b here
so i wont have to shed anotha tear
i cant stand livin dis life
it feel like someones stabbin me in da back wid a knife
i feel like im part of one big gang
an all i think dat stupid is everythang
is just so hard
my hart feel like lard
you prolly no how i feel
everythin seem so unreal
i still cant balieve u B-in gone is true
an im always stressin wid out u
didicated to Timothy James Gordon Jr.
a lovin brother whom i will never forget
written in the way i always talked to my brothers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem