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I am sad and I just might go crazy getting in a trance that I just might maybe, cry like a baby, or take the life of this pretty lady. Met my end, can no longer pretend that its all on my end, your words were put into this now I must mend. Sick of the lies and deceit, getting tired of trying to make the stories meet, getting tired of wondering why I am the one always beat. Is it me, or is it this corrupt thing we call democracy. You see, it was me, that couldn't keep, these rules put on me putting me down to deep, the rebellion began to seep, making me flee, living on my own was my only key, and yet that same key put me behind bars in the penitentiary. Like I said before, it's the fucking democracy. Who are they to speak for me, until they have walked with these feet, they should never speak the words, of we the people. Living in the Sepal, closing their eyes to reality meets real. I act on how I feel, so consider me a girl that can tolerate the evil, consider me the only girl, classified as real. Kneel, to my presence of living, you mother fuckers keep on taking but never the giving. Only thing you give is a warrant for my arrest, only thing you don't know, is that you put me in this mess, only way you see me go down is my popping two to my chest. This ain't no fucking pussy play talk, you see down these streets I really have walked, down these streets you were the one getting mocked.�

Since the day I was born, my life was torn, people kept leaving, not to their knowledge I was conceiving, the plan that would leave God himself bleeding, people kept talking to me that know one else was seeing, telling me, to save my self from the cruelty and deceiving. See I got this sister, well two, but my sister has been the only one to see me through, see she was the one I knew I could turn too, and yet so fucker decided to make fall through, he took me away, this is something. i could never pull through. We shared some little chit chats, and she could see the problems, see the chaos about to unfold, let truth be told, no one ever listened cuz she was not too old. My own blood couldn't save me, the one who knew me, maybe I just should stop, chop me up and throw me and the truck, see I ain't gonna stop, and I ain't lose it all, see as a child I learned to crawl, and as I got older I grew even more tall, and when I got older I found some pills that could make me fly, and when I got high, it was you that did die. See I couldn't comply with the shit in front of my eyes, see your rules and control I fucking despise. I go crazy and yet you think they're all lies, compromise with my suicide...taking me out where I lay beside, my stone, saying here she will stay alone, so postpone that fucking telephone from ringing my way, see cuz I am upstairs busy, cutting my life away. Hoping that just one cut will go too deep, so when I am done, leave a message at the beep.