I was only 9 years old.
I loved Chief Keef so much, I had all the merchandise and albums.
I pray to Chief Keef every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “Chief Keef is love” I say, “Chief Keef is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion
to Chief Keef. I called him a Fetty Wap ♥♥♥♥.
He hits me and sends me to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I smell some kush...
It's Chief Keef! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear "Love Sosa."
He rolls me in his blunt. I'm ready.
I pick out all the seeds and stems for Chief Keef.
He lights me up. It hurts so much,
but I do it for Chief Keef. I can feel my skin burning and eyes melting.
I want to please Chief Keef. He spits a mighty verse as he puffs a cloud of smoke
with his love. My dad walks in.
Chief Keef looks him straight in the eye and says, "Bang... Bang...."
Chief Keef leaves through my window.
Chief Keef is love. Chief Keef is life.

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