i will live by the gun and die by the gun

Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy.

I'm 23 years old. I might just be my mother's child, but in all reality, I'm everybody's child. Nobody raised me; I was raised in this society.

I'm a sucker for love

When you were born the world was smiling, and you cry, because living a life so that you are dying smiled, cried and the world.

You can't disrespect the love. You can't disrespect the peace treaty.

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.