My live storie

Im heere two tel u that u ned too stay in skol
I am proof that if yo do't go to skool yo'l end up like me
i dropes out of the 1st grad becuse my teecher give me bad grades & homwork
I left home
I wind up on the stret
dope and alchol fuked my brain by 9
I can't wread & rite two wel
was shot n tha arm and legg thre times
Mum and pops disoned me
I found jeebus, satan and PAR one day
They puled me from the guter
they tawt me how to be a nice, kind man
They said sun, u ned to write your storie
They dircted me to DUP
Now i right storyies and pottery for DUP
This is my biographie
Mayebe somone wil buy it for milions of bucs
I like to dream big...