My mess,
Is clean...
Mary Jane, Jack, and Coke
speed,weed,birth contorl...
I am sad.
Mom is mad...
My lips tremble;
they are so dry...
Wild and crazy
That's what I feel like...
At first I got mad.
Red lines all over my paper...
The tears of today are running away
They run so fast they cause a slimy pathway...
Time after time, day after day,
Her body is frail by the window she lays...
No matta what you do,
Ders gonna be hattas in da game...
Life is kind.....
It shows everything that's mine...
Makeup can help in alot of ways but can mess up on...
It can help a girl just enough to keep her from...
THE NUMBERS JUMBLE UP IN MY HEAD,
MAN I WAS DEAD...