Life In The Pen Ain't For Me

Today Is Built On Tragedies, Which No One Wants To Face, Nightmares To Humanities And Morally Disgraced. Tonight Is Filled With Rage, Violence In The Air, Children Bred With Ruthlessness Because No One At Home Cares.

Killing Ain't Fair, But Somebody Gotta Do It.

I Feel Close To Marvin Gaye, Vincent Van Gogh, Because Nobody Appreciated His Work Until He Was Dead. Now It's Worth Millions.

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

If They Take Half The Buildings That They Use To Praise God And Give It To The Motherfuckers Who Need God We'd Be 'aight