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Hot Carl
  • Hot Carl vs. Salem
  • Dude, Carl's Gettin' A Prostate
  • Now Is It Cold Phil, or Hot Carl?
  • Won't Be Seein' Carl in Cracker Barrell Anymore
  • Back And Better Than Ever
  • Let The Bitchfest Begin
  • Terms of Deceit
  • Slut Extraordinaire (Vol. 1)
  • Slut Extraordinaire (Vol. 2)
  • Can I Be The Same?
  • What's Left?
  • Confusiality
  • Transitional Heartguard
  • Why In The...Whatever!
  • Constant Disarray
  • Story of a Convict: Part 1

    Dawg

  • This One's A Catch
  • Extreme Case of the Boredoms
  • Sex And The Single Dawg
  • Jagermeister Alcohol & Music, Both Nasty
  • My October Love Curse
  • My Top 15 Sitcoms of All-Time

    Nicole

  • Tucsan Tugs Away

    Gremlin

  • The World In A Flash
  • Story Of A Convict: Part 2
    by Hot Carl

    So there's some things that I've been trying to figure out,
    But I can't quite express them to come out of my mouth.
    I'ma need your help on this one, you're the only one who knows,
    I've been writing on these verses from the highs down to the lows.
    And for all the time I spend in here, for every day that passes,
    I keep wishing you would speak to me, I know it will be tragic.
    You're the one who made my life so dim, and the one who brought me light,
    But you now turned down the dimmer switch and it's nowhere in sight.
    It's so dark in this hell of bad judgements and poor choices,
    That my life is slowing fading into grudges and ugly voices.
    And somehow I keep my head up above the water where it stands,
    I keep wishing for a miracle, but nowhere is where it lands.
    And so my life goes on without direction or a way,
    So don't hang around me, or you'll catch my ora of dismay.
    I might put up a front to my friends who joke about,
    But it's only a front, see, the bush I beat around.
    I'm gonna kill all my pride, to see what's left inside,
    But inside I hide the pain of destruction and demise.
    Your eyes only see what's going on outside,
    The walls are closing wide and my hands, they're all but tied.
    I won't lie, I have alot of hurt going on in my heart,
    What I've done is stupid, cuz I know it's not smart.
    So to sum this up, I won't play games anymore,
    A "get out of jail free" card isn't really in store.
    I'm a self-made loser, but atleast I have hope,
    It's the only thing I do have, besides this bar and this rope!

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