Comprehension of my reality

I was born guilty, don’t  know a thing ’bout gettin this thang rite..

The world is my stage and I done caught me a case of wicked stage fright..

Rollin’ alone has got me nothing but weary. My vision often skewed, forehead creased my eyes red and teary…..

As  time gives way to time, as offense gives way to injury tearing my soul to shreds. Ya’ll might wanna leave me be. For all y’all know, the day after tomorrow  is the day I start cutting heads.

This is kind of the beginning of a realization to me. In my heart anger grows and I fear I’m about to strike out. I really wish these mutherphucers would leave me to live.