it was October of senior year.
I was going through the motions living in fear.
just a young goof ball living in his imagination.
Working and taking care of my family was on my mind not gradation.
Though I was a kid who didn\'t care,
I was a person who just goofed around here and there.
I did not cause problems I kept it simple.
just another high school student popping pimples.
In school i met teachers who cared if I passed.
rather see me be sucessfull then on the streets showing my ass.
I won\'t ever forget them , if you ever hurt the ones that are alive I wouldn\'t want to be ya.
I have a list but right now I\'m talking about Mrs Cook and Mrs Garcia.
see Mrs Cook took me in like a son.
it was me and my brother Tray I was not the only one.
she bought us food after games and she took us to Dennys one night.
it was so nice we talked about our future and she gave us relationship advice.
at the time I was working to pay bills for me and my sister.
money was tight and Mrs Cook bought 200 dollars worth of my senior pictures.
After a few weeks past I hear Mrs Cook life was taken. she had passed.
I thought it was a joke. until I found out her husband took his and her life I didn\'t know how to cope.If he would of survived I would of ripped out his throat.
I would of watched his soul leave his eyes who the fuck he think he is taken someone\'s life?
most people cried for attention I kept to myself in my own sorrow.
at least they got help thank God I had Mrs Garcia she had my back. I was lucky to have her she kept me on track.
She\'s was there since freshman year.
she helped out a lot and deserves credit.
One for the ones who care Mrs Cook and Mrs Garcia I\'m forever indebted.