Dear Diary,
It seems they love to detain me, they let these chains be on me for years, I let my gun pop to multiple crooked cops, when will this pressure stop, been shedding some tears, my life style's changed, I'm switching my gears, hope this judge will free me, I'm on parole, killed a person again, steady losing control, I'm wondering when they'll let me out of this hole, I rot and get old as I stress out the blues, I envy a brother just cause he has better shoes, I'm owing the LORD lots of more praises and dues, he gives me a way but still I **** and refuse, now I'm labeled a menace, you tell me what I can do?, society grudges and judges me, I'm feeling I'm through, why they always judge me, why they always judge you, they just oblivious and hypocrites that pick on the few, although your saying is true, cause I'm ****** up in the head, got only 2 months till I will lay on that bed, execution is key!, death is more likely instead, cause I'm addicted to killing and feeling demons and dread.