Oh they put the rules on the floor,
and Boom, your Ass is out the door,
then Pow,you can't take it anymore,
So you say it out that you mind is sore.
You can't find what you've left in the past,
So you beat another strangers ass,
But then Slam,you have your foot on the gas,
and you ram stright into a tree.
Suicide-If you see it so,
Murder-Stab death is slow,
Killing may be the way to go,
Lets start with me and you.
La,La,La who ever reads this,
I hope that you're bleeding.
KKK,what the f**k is that,
You f***ed up human being!
Nobody likes us,
everybody hates us.
I'm ganna kill myself.
Nobody f***ing cares about me,
I'll make myself bleed.
Dope,crack,meth,morphine,needles pierce your neck,
Pot smoke and a drink of beer,
Thenhe will appear.
By:Erica Louise Benson