Innocent until proven guilty it is really guilty until proven innocent. Paper work about a victim while i am innocent. Tell me go to anger management. And accept this plea bargain. They say not if your innocent though and i am still trying to get this pardon. It is sad pathetic and true. Listen to my words.Or the next rap might be about you.When you and your girl break up and your going to get that money. Bring a friend along she is no longer sweetie, baby, or honey.Tell each other what your doing communication is key. Something she did not do maybe she failed to see because she brought her friend and didn't even tell me.Her friend followed us out of the office and instigated a whole situation. If a stranger is calling you names what would you do in that situation. So guys bring a friend with you so you have a witness and you not alone they might have to mind there business. I used to have hope. Now i've changed. I can't seem see past my pain. Why do we fall in love just to hate. Is this destiny maybe it's fate. There is so much.That we can create. Could have had love. You wanted another mindstate. I wouldn't wish this sickness on my worst enemy. To me you act like i am the enemy.I am not the executioner, jury, or even the judge. Maybe i should have found someone a little more like fudge. Because you know at least that sticks together. Not you though. Get rid of someone because there under the weather. Till death do us part. She did not even take it serious from the start. Maybe that is why.I was more nervous then you. Because i felt i would with you for life when i said i do. Divorce is always an option maybe that is what you were thinking. You said i do. Did you bat your eyes. Were you blinking. It is like the day when you literally spat in face. Which you did figuratively when you kicked out of.The place.When you spat in my face did i call the cops did i charge you. No i didn't and your friend was a witness when i did not harm you. She lied through her teeth.Even to the police. Make belief gangster prentending she from the streets. Calling me b i ain't your homie. Don't act hard your just a phony. See i been on the.Streets and i am not a gangster. I took some beats. I got back up though and made it out. Had a lot help from God and my friends so do not scream and shout. You sent me back and i had to start all over. Feel kind of lost now trying not to be a doubter and now we will see if this chapter of my life is over. I am lost in Christ i am found. Been shackled and bound. Out of jail i will go another round. I mean route or make another way. I feel like shutting up though.And i don't know what else to say.