Hoping They Bury Me With Ammunition, Weed,

I'm The Rebel Totally Going Against The Grain. I Always Want To Do The Extreme. I Want To Get As Many People Looking As Possible.

It Makes Me Unhappy When Brothers Make Babies And Leave A Young Mother To Be A Pappy.

I Did Not Wanted To Become The Victim, So Became The Bully.

The Seed Must Grow Regardless Of The Fact That It’s Planted In Stone

Somebody Help Me, Tell Me Where To Go From Here Cause Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?