In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum.
Now that I understand that I'm an addict, I definitely have compassion for my mother. I get it.
You know, I don't know if you know this about me or not, but I'm kind of a big deal.
I like it when people talk s**t. Because if people weren't talking s**t, there would be nothing for me to come back with. I need that. If I don't have any ammo, what am I going to say?
I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left. We all fall down like toy soldiers. Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.