why must it be me this cold soul I possess i feel empty inside I'm sick of fighting off these demons nightmares and dayterrors seem alot alike it feels like im dying and I don't know why God makes me fight fight for what I know is right there ifonly I could grasp it I wouldn't be a addict Lord I just need somethin to help my people especially my mother cause I think she lost faith and I dont really want the fame but my life needs to change i hope you here me while I'm on my knee's as I pray picture me dumped in a closed casket from fully automatic fire that I couldn't Dodge ram what they spoke back down they throats it's only obvious I'm in a league of my own lord forgive me for my sins and thank you for the brain an the talents you blessed me with