It cost to be boss and I am paying the price. I am trying to defrost, this world cold as ice. Have the passion of Christ, like Mel Gibson. My body is free but soul looked prison I need redemption to set it free. Wonder if my mother see any good in me. Maybe my pops dropped a bad seed. Generation curse of lust and greed . I bleed loyalty it runs my veins . My life changed but my principals remain the same. Eaze my pain with champagne and cigars. And wear suits to cover up my scars
Posted on: Mon, 10 Feb 2014 18:07:33 +0000