my homiie is sittiin there. out iin the cold. just waitiin for the unknown. worried. scared. wonderiin when his time will come. just the way ii looked at him. n he looked at me. ii gave iit all ii had. but yet iit wasnt the same. why iis shiit so hard to deal with now a days. why is liife so compliicated. why are homiies left by themselves to fend for themselves. homiies are homiies for liife.
