Bombarded with thoughts, contemplating over my faults ,and failures cant go back in time though, so I move on and rhyme mo, leave no story untold, another situation to unfold, you have to take the good with the bad and if it aint one thing it's another, life is a mother, no friends just associates stab you in the back unappropriate acts, of haterism and fakeerism, family ids the worse at this one, I see through them all, they there when I am up cant wait until I fall, hit the wall, crash and burn, just lessons to learn, it's only one who shows concern, I hope I make the right turn, for the best, I wish myself success,