I think sometimes that the world is surrounded by mean people.
It's more like the color red.
Sometimes it feels like somebody pulling my leg.
It's like i'm getting stab in the back.
By the people I trust and thought they was my friend, but when god turn your life around, and around, and around then you would know who your true friends are.
so watch what you say to other people.
When you say mean things it's like you wearing a red outfit.
I wish people would wake up and learn that people are dying from talking about others.
To me it more like a fast jaguar racing across my face,face,face.
People can push you limited, but don't let them push you to far.
It feel like the color red /blood coming down my face.
W.O.W Man please tell me how that feels man my life color is full of red.