So Tired

by Teezy

I’m tired of being here to be honest. Coming here over and over is not cool at all. I wake up every day and ask myself, “How did I get here?” I never thought that I would ever be here. I’m tired of this street life. I’m tired of watching over my shoulder everywhere I go because of the things I’ve done to people in the past. I can’t leave my house without having a gun with me because there’s people that want to take my life because of my poor decisions.

Before my other brother got shot in a dice game, I didn’t have to worry about anything. Once my brother died that’s when my life started to go downhill. I started out all night, I started selling drugs, buying guns, and my anger began to get worse. I don’t trust people like I used to because you’ll never know when somebody will try to set you up. I’m tired of being talked about. Nobody knows what I go through or knows what I’ve been through.

I stay to myself because people are fake. People will smile in your face but the moment you step away they will talk bad about you. I don’t trust my own family because family will switch up on you also.