whatcha think?

sorry bout this but im coked up once again and wrote something down, thought i'd share.
please, if you feel like slating me then dont reply as I'm really not in the right frame of mind right now

I'm only 24, but I know my stuff,
I know when to stay cool, an when to be tough,
If you're one of my friends then I'll always help you,
If you're an enemy, then I'ma hatin on you,
I live my life the way I want to,
Don't tell me how to do it, nor call me a fool,
Try it for yourself, put your feet in my shoes,
What you waitin for, what you got to lose,
Oh you gotta job? that makes you better than me?
Spend a day in my life and see what I really see,
Feel the pain rushing through my heart,
The tourment in my brain, as it crumbles apart,
The fear of everything thats all around me,
Terrified of what I am, and who I can be,
What about the next time someone pisses me off?
from under my feet, tugging the cloth,
hoping I wont notice, like the magicians trick,
Do they really think that I'm that thick?
Cause they got me wrong, I'm sick and twisted,
Once I get mad, my eyes get misted,
With a red rage, it gets worse as I age,
Slowly getting worse with every turn of the page,
Sometimes my life sucks, n sometimes its sweet,
Sometimes everything I want jus falls at my feet,
Other times its hard, and I start to revert to the old me,
The punching kicking utter wanker, that I used to be,
I don't want to go back there, promised myself forever,
But I feel the life I'm living is wrong, how do I pull it together?
I wont do that time again, No more time for manslaughter,
How the hell would I explain that shit, to my upcoming daughter?
Daddy lost his temper, Daddy got too mad,
Now daddy has to be locked up, but baby dont be sad,
You can come and see me every other week,
Dry your eyes Baby Girl, Never show them your weak,
never again will I commit such a crime,
Yeah I got him good, and I can handle the time,
But life's not jus about me, anymore,
got my 4 month old daughter, crawling round the floor,
I want her to have a daddy, the way I never did,
I was robbed of my father when I was jus a little kid,
Taken right infront of me, Cold blooded murder infront of my face,
Not because the money he had, nor his attitude, nor his race,
All because many moons ago, He made someone pay real bad,
Took out their kneecaps, they never walked again, Yeah that was my Dad,
That's the reputation I have to walk around with,
Thats the reason why I can't see me live,
Much longer than the age I am right now,
So with this note, I take my final bow,
Put the words on my tombstone, "He was a good man"
"Provided for his family in the only way he can"
"Truely loved and missed forever"
"We'll see you son, soon we'll be together"