I killed monday with tuesday. Hit it so hard it gave wednesday a concussion. Which apparently made thursday mad since I messed up his **** day. To get rid of our problems and let bygons be bygons we made a toast in the honor of friendship since it is thirsty thursday. Party was insane. I met this fine girl named Friday. We were both a lil wasted and did somethings grown folks can relate too. I met another girl saturday. Equally as fine as the day before, hungover she said she can take care of me and make me feel better with time. I believed her and let my walls down. I was stripped raw of my layers. Did the same thing I did to friday. What a trip, exctasy until I realized, I arrived and could have picked up some extra baggage in my journey to and fro. I kneeled down on sunday praying for forgiveness and to wake up from this confusing dream. My prayers were answered but with a price to pay. knock knock knock police broke down the door within a moments notice. I am encarcerated for ****** in the first degree of a Monday morning, **** of Friday night and drunken driving on thirsty thursday. I pleaded guilty of loving friday, wanting fun on thursday. Only saturday would speak to me for she loved me, while encarcerated she gave birth to twins, in memorium of my sins I named them monday and tuesday. Wednesday awoke from the coma and married the drunk thursday. Friday is still a carbon spitful copy of saturday. And my faith within sunday still lies within my soul. If I die tonight this will be my final memoir and my sons will become *******. Godwilling they will not be mirror images of Kane and Able. But one will most likely be hated. Sadly these are the days of our lives.

Guess, who's free, free again
Chris is free, lock up your women
Dont need your crack, dont want your crack, you can keep your clap,
You ******* ***
I hope you spend christmas all alone
Because your house is no longer my home
For my brithday i was encarcerated 500 push up's for 60 days
I've come to realize you were the source of all my pain
The reason i tried to drowned all my sorrows in dope
Well iv'e extinguished the flame, Im not the only one to blame
Thanks for what we had, but i dont love you anymore

For a critic your really such a hypocrit
Im sick of it, your no longer worth it
My life is not just some game you play to gain pleasur and inflict pain
Your selfish, time was wasted, iv'e been rotting away in a cage with no freedom
After all the secrets iv'e exposed, and all those lies you told
How can you stand strong on the path you've chose