heres a little poem i wroteas i sat back and relaxed i took my mind of my back
i take a fat rip to forget about my problems but yet my problems are persistant they dont go away so i take my time to pray hopen my days arent numberd cause the life im living isnt for the faint heartedevery morning i wake to check myself to make sure im hole to make sure nothing was stolen hopen i can live for one more day cause life as to much pain and im trying to sustain a state of trianquility so i dont become violent so i dont become a mad man on a rampage so i try to stay sainso i use my brain instead of my braun hoping my intelagence will get me out of negative confrontaions.but the day all my problems catch up with me that is the day that i die.
My Interests
golf.women,cars,makin money
I'd like to meet:
any one who wants to meet me
Music:
country,rock,ganster rap,anything that sounds good
