Take the Blame
The penitentary over flows, subtracting many from the road, open your eyes they
are still crime shows, those are the kind that never set a goal, its great that lord
knows.
Killings over money, in a long run your eyes are runny, what a beautiful day, most
inmates can't tell its sunny, being locked up is definately not funny, nobody's fault
but yours, think first dummy.
Molested a child, now ones scared to walk a mile, no answer to her mom but
continously she dials, blood and tears a pathetic pile, that's something that never
leaves the mind not even after awhile.
A history that'll trip ya` now you wish for a scripture, you never thought of him but
now god's with ya `, its good to know that he'll always forgive ya`.
Claim your convictions is just a word, something the law supposely heard, you need
to realize, you're getting exactly what you deserve.
Copyright © Shavondra Franklin | Year Posted 2011
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