Life's A Test, Mistakes Are Lessons, But

Every Female Wanna Come Up To Me And Show Me How Much They're Not Attracted To Me... These Minority Women... They're The Only Women I Can Get Cause Everyone Else Is Scared Of Me.

Well, The First Two Days In Prison, I Had To Go Through What Life Is Like When You've Been Smoking Weed For As Long As I Have And Then You Stop. Emotionally, It Was Like I Didn't Know Myself.

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.

God, When I Was Alone, And Had Nothing, I Asked For A Friend To Help Me Bear The Pain, No One Came, Except God, When I Needed A Breath To Rise, From My Sleep, No One Could Help Me.. Except God, When All I Saw Was Sadness, And I Needed Answers, No One Heard Me, Except God, So When I'm Asked.. Who I Give My Unconditional Love To? I Look For No Other Name, Except God

Hoping They Bury Me With Ammunition, Weed, And Shells. Just In Case.