I went up to the bank and pulled out my 45 and ask for all the money.

She said baby doll Why are you doing this?

I got babies at home that need to be fed.

Life ain't free hell it ain't even cheap.


I need the money to help set us free. Again she said baby doll you got bag's under your eyes when was the last time you slept.

And I said I'll sleep when I'm dead because there's no rest for the wicked. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale