CLASS 3

Sometimes I cry, but is to wipe the tears from my eyes. Oh I sigh everyday looking just to see a sign. How I wish all these would fade away and see myself free with no heist. This time I promise to live and time I will certainly not waste. Maybe if I die is because I have lived a lie. 

 Now the whole world knows me and it feels great I die as a famous men even more famous than those boring musicians. My life has been full of guns and dirty money. And I like the dirt because I don't take a shower. Now lying on this floor with a bullet on my chest I feel good because I will die by something I love; guns. 

 This bullet if it is to be removed from my body I want it gold coated and hanged in the museum of all my wrong doings. Today I am suffering but tomorrow I will be spending all my millions in heaven, with no police chasing my ugly ass. The only thing I am going to miss is the sound of an m-16 machine gun in my arms and all the people who called me a criminal but I was working as they also do by going to those boring office. I maybe gone today but to those police ass holes I WILL NEVER DIE.