Southern Gentleman

So ill just set the scenario....Tuesday night/Wednesday morning last week, a house behind my cousins house also known as a dope hole is invaded. two guys come up....go inside, do whatever...come out and leave.....no more than 15 minutes later....someone(s) come back....knock on the door....soon as its opened "BOOM" first person is shot in the head and killed....they run in....kill a 23 year old pregnant girl and shoot 2 other people who survived.

My whole point is...just when i was starting to think this area ain't so bad as it seems to be this comes along...ain't no use in going on with the cliche "this gotta stop and yada yada yada" cuz every area has the same problems weather they're known or not. shit just hits close to home b/c alotta my people knew em and it could have easily been somebody i knew over there that night caught in the line of fire.

Shit is just sickening to me sometimes i swear.....but what can you do.....like one small flame of light working against a sea of water....

But on a lighter note, yesterday was pretty nice, ended up at the park with my cousins and some folks from church, should have took my camera and took a few pics since it was hella nice out there but its always next time i guess.

I told myself when i woke up i wasn't really feeling like myself and so far its kinda holding up to that but i ain't gonna let it stop anything, still alive, still kickin', still breathin', still here.....cant complain. I'm content with errything right now so its all good.

Ill just leave this on a good note with something i like to call my anti-drug which you should already know what that is.....

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