WHEN DRUGS ARE absent, my love for money enhances, dear God forgive me for taking penitentiary chances, mind on the grind all the time, looking for advances, am i newborn, or luke warm, why do i try if my mind refuses to conform, as a child i was scorned, and mentally torn, dear lord i can relate to the hate felt when forced to wear a crown of thorn, nothing phases me!! Or does it? When alone on my own i cry but not sure why, am i bad guy? I feel them shadows pulling. Me they are tugging at my soul, will i ever feel whole ?" my heart is cold.. But i will not fold..
© Christopher george