so broken, so scared, so overwhelmed so under prepared, so beaten, so hurt, so twisted by the truths and the lies of that un-sacred place we call church I was raised southern Baptist and beat with the good book, made to question my own existence when I was under 3 foot/ told to look for the truth and forsake the lies, but when I looked at adults all I saw was demons in there eyes/ yeah I was so twisted that by the age of 10, pulled a butcher knife on my foster mom told her to move away from the fridge bitch... and so it began, my long drawn out love affair with the pen yeah I did 7 years before I turned 18, lurned to fight loved the pain hated my whole fucking being/ yeah crazy little motherfucker refused to show any fear, the system destroyed my damn sanity met my only friends in the mirror/ and it turns out that even them bitches will stab you in the back, and they wonder why us 90 babies turned to heroine meth and crack... on God have you ever wondered why you can't look in your own eyes, have you ever been so scared that you couldn't help but cry/ have you ever just wanted to die, contemplated ending your own life...John york.. rest in peace big bra just a couple months before I ended up in juvie hall, saw my brother put a belt around his neck and take a fall/ went to the play room tired to do the same, put a lanyard around my neck got on my knees and started praying/ on God... even at an early age I'd given up on life, that's the only reason I thank God for throwing me in the jungle and teaching me how to fight/ but it didn't stop there hell naw it didn't, just did 5 and some change call me in unrepentant/ I learned some lessons and I met some plugs, decided if i ended up back in there it wouldn't be for not wearing gloves/ and if you met me on a daily basis you'd never guess where I've been, yogi Alexander that's my name and my only real friend....