UNTITLED
I've wasted much life
In a prison cell
I believe in God
But life has been hell
I've reached the bottom
In my life
Why should I wallow
Thru such strife
I've often planned
my own death
In prison by my own hand
Or on the streets by meth
Should I continue
with this life
Or should I succomb
To my plight
Having been such
A harbinger of adversity
There's no doubt I'm
a blight on society
But people can change
God knows I'm willing
I just need you to help me
recognize what I'm feeling
SKY
In a prison cell
I believe in God
But life has been hell
I've reached the bottom
In my life
Why should I wallow
Thru such strife
I've often planned
my own death
In prison by my own hand
Or on the streets by meth
Should I continue
with this life
Or should I succomb
To my plight
Having been such
A harbinger of adversity
There's no doubt I'm
a blight on society
But people can change
God knows I'm willing
I just need you to help me
recognize what I'm feeling
SKY
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