With your head down you make it outside, mutter a few opening lines and look up to the sky..
“dear God…please don’t frame me for murder..”
I know you’ll do it too.
Just to get a chuckle.
I’ll be minding my business,not bothering anyone, and bam!
Framed for murder.
Life without parole.
And they’ll dig up everything I’ve ever said to the internet,and the prosecutor will look at the jury and say
“yo… Check out this motherfucker”
I can only tell my truth..
“I didn’t do anything”
No angel, no monster, wrong most of the time.
I didn’t do anything.
God just hates me and I know I’m not alone.
So…
Stick me under the Jail.
I know it’s coming..
dawn 