Dear Lord, we drowning wit liqour back on the drink making A mix so I chill out an think activist cold ive been coughing 4 weeks. flowers are purple like polish on trees looking for trouble then find it in red I dont get tired I dont go to bed preorder a ball an then grind with the feds balloon me a ball to throw over the fence if I was locked up would you still be my friend write me byweekly or see me instead bring me 100 an take what you get back on my hustle like days in the six the snow on the ground when we lived in the tent accumulation got me wet broke off the bitxh and I plugged in the jet smokin off a ten ooff an on back an forth an on an on again killin time waiting on the call again line ringing come another whip second girl ona double shift kevin calls silent blink says him go to sleep and try again second chance cause he's a friend open to the topic if we talking bout a Benz sitting down with the world in my hands gods plan amen