give me a lamp witta genie n it, with three wishes.and better life.nawl, life str8. cercumstances aint.for orhers emotional sake. i tend over think. i often wonder could a soul ponder what i thank. cause over yonder on the sunnyside.tha grass aint greener. cause its turf strip.i needa vaca an all exspense paid trip. with the perks, with my wify there beside me. ima need that bitch.bitch n a good since. cause so long we'd been struggling.fake friends like the government. tell ya bullshit, hope u feed to it. no misinterpeting the misery, spawning with.i hadnt need that company.so could u plz not bother me.with that nonsene and foolishness without a consense of anybody else. a selfish mutha fucker really need to use they self. melincolly times pushed me thru a living hell. I'm still alive so i guess im well.