I don’t really live with regrets about things I’ve done, but if I could change some things about I would. Unfortunately there are no do overs in life, so you play the hand you’re dealt.
With that being said. This morning, I’m on my way to the Texas Department of Corrections to start my prison stint for Manufacturing and Delivery. I don’t condone the things I’ve done because I could have easily gone to work at Wal-Mart. Instead I have always preferred a different lane. Drugs are bad. People that sell drugs aren’t necessarily.
I’m prepeared to pay what I owe, but this life isn’t for everyone. The price of redemption isn’t a low one. I’m leaving everything that I love for 2 years becasue of my actions on one day. Somebody I shouldn’t have trusted turned on me and as a result I’m where I am right now. With tha being said, learn from my mistakes and try not to repeat them.
Thanks to all the people and artists who have supported our movement at so far. We have bigger and better things to come. Salute to my squad and all the people who have shown me love.
It’s still fuck the police and death to snitches. Please put the mid down.