looking for my future What is your style what you know about myself It is only for purpose I sending for you letter I always think together Its beautiful things in you mind
something, it'll be my freedom This ain't no physical war, it's all mental Livin' in a final era of the very last pages of the Holy Bible It's almost
out I'm just trying to make it and strive with my Hell went through changes, emotions Inner thoughts and rages Relieved and released on pages My life
been in love don't tell me I'm wrong See I preach gratitude, she keeps an attitude Argue long enough and that shit becomes laughable My norm now since my heart is so natural
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
my pain Turn my music up and let me know that Im sane We broke up, *****es was starin at my chain Dude was ****in you but starin at my name But we aint
a naked man on my lawn Police in the living room with all of their guns drawn Out, and the last thing I remember is Uh, last thing I remember is I received
