Monday, April 26, 2010

they put $1,000 on my card every month cause i’ve got so many people at my house an’ i’m an ex-convict an’ i can’t find a job anywhere - do you get on the internet - i want to make a website called jobs.con
an’ every once in a while, red is drawn to red like his babies are @ a deficit an’ your morals are screaming red an’ the whites of your eyes go pop because maybe you believe him an’ he’s in a tight spot an’ maybe just waiting is worse than waiting while hungry
hold on a minute – let me get out of this car an’ at least stand up as tall as you