loving the badman

the love from the devil's hand life raised such a pain and heaven was the blame only trust for truth came through blue and white flame walking along drugs poverty to survive became darkness and cold lies peaked the picture to sad gosht following a suffering soul till angels cried him to sleep at night wishing for one chance death played hurt over prayers till he failed sorry mom sorry kids sorry lynsey hells the back ground run and live with me as just a dream before gone bad 12071991 _12072025 father rip may I receive love during the casket view tear drop hustlers live on