I am the definition of a sinner. This is the life Where no one is crowned a winner. I'm buried alive, too tired from the struggle that I survive. I get pulled over no matter how fast or slow I drive. They get paid to take me out of this world either I'm convicted, dead or exiled for life. But I stay true to wherever I ride. Because I got certain standards I have to abide. I'm not slippery but I slip out the back just so I can run to go hide. I'm not a sellout, so I won't surrender my pride. I'm just a product of uncle sams factory distribution line. I live in this box that reads "pure evil, nothing good of his kind". They put me on your local news and they keep pressing rewind. So society has a basis to punish me so their ego is fine. Every night that you eat with your family, in prison is where I dine. I suffer from nightmares of living the american dream. Then I wake up and look down at my hand holding this knife. I only wanted to live happy and construct a real meaningful life. My heart bleeds for my beautiful children. I'm badly wounded inside by searching for this nonexistent philosophical wife. Some might say it was caused by pure negligency, but I fought for this freedom, revealing my true legacy.