Whatever it was, you had to say I’m sure it wasn’t life altering. I’d rather be Your enemy than your friend. Don’t leave a message,Don’t waste your breath. Lonesome and reckless; stoned half to death. Corner store atrocities, and southern penitentiaries—- are going to be the end of me. Spurs and spun junkies. This rabbithole …..got me feeling … “bunny”….. This habit- Got me spendin’ all my money. Habitual offender. How about I bid you all adieu, off the deep end of the dead end, sir? One foot in the pen; one in the grave. I’ve long since lost count of Mistakes I have made. (… “G.G, remember me…”) “I’m your enemy.!!!” One foot in the pen, and one in the grave; I’ve long since lost count of mistakes I have made. One foot in the pen, and a-one in the graaaaave, I’m still counting all them mistakes on the Mississippi State Penitentiary 180214 is a number I can’t erase off their paaaaage.
