All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.
the evil the u are the brighter u will get
What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.
Canโt sleep โcause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
When the charge first came up, I hated black women. Then, going to trial, I started seeing the black women that was helping me. It's mostly black female guards. They treat me with human respect.