The poignant young man sat there, alone in his...
His hearing diminishes and fades numb… is it...
So afraid,
So confused...
I hate your other babies momma
Shes always causing all sorts of drama...
U no me,
u no how i feel...
I'm so poor,
So I'm thinkin' about robbin' a store...
This is a poem i wrote for my mom on christmas...
what i want for christmas...
When they were handin out wishin; I must not have...
Mexican, Black or White,
We all da same in God’s precious sight...
I’ve been sitting here
And I’ve been watching the minutes fly...
Locked up once again
aint havin much fun...
Drink and drive and your a fool,
Smoke some weed and you’re not cool...
When I’m dead let my memory live on,
Dance around to my favourite song...