Mexican, Black or White,
We all da same in God’s precious sight...
When they were handin out wishin; I must not have...
This is a poem i wrote for my mom on christmas...
what i want for christmas...
I want to forget that i ever liked you
i want to forget everything you've ever told me...
I'm so poor,
So I'm thinkin' about robbin' a store...
U no me,
u no how i feel...
Why should i be mad any more?
No longer will i slam life's door...
I hate your other babies momma
Shes always causing all sorts of drama...
So afraid,
So confused...
The poignant young man sat there, alone in his...
His hearing diminishes and fades numb… is it...
F@$* the red rag..
Ya'll nutters aint nothing but f**s...
Life is like a vacuum, it sucks.
There isn’t much that you can do...