Mind of a thug part2

by desiree rose   Oct 23, 2005


Prisoner to my pain
it wont let go of me
my tears drip like rain
my words are my therapy
everythings so risky
theres penalties i face
from smoking weed&sippin whiskey
to make the hate and pain erase
the pain aint leaving
lifes been evil and mean
surrenderin to the deppresants& demins
they callin me a feen
itz not gettin me ahead
but itz gettin me through
my peoplez left me for dead
so i sit back and sip brew
till my eyes are low
looking chinese
my pain continues to grow
LORD HELP ME PLEASE

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