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Hello, My Name is Maurice Rhone and I'm an ex con, this pressure on life is a ton, the struggles of getting my life back on track its easier trying to run than to react, but the crisis to get sidetrack, the thoughts that abuse me and you to chose which is Americas society, fit the cameloflage to these things in disregards
the most smartest people is in the pentientiary, so you want to affect people mentally, when they already taking life hard, the matter of not holding them more on guard, the future seems to far, and tomorrow is always a blessing but here lies the quwstion that we cannot be taking a foreign lesson, message, treating me as a second class human
everybody made mistakes, but now and then we all seem fake, the record made you show judgement of hate, so is this my fate, don't hire me, that makes a revolving doors and when the weather hits the floor, the cause of me robbing you is no more, the problems that you choose to assume and dont realize that you dont analyze the tears in my families eyes
surprised by the dangerous behavior you have taken me under and never mind to wonder what attitude was the cause of this thunder, dont try to keep me down, that the man of decision seen the record of a frown, so how that sound can my words speak into a loud squeak, we are here for weeks and another level cannot often seek, anger is what you look at me
I'm an ex-felon so what on earth is what you telling, selling me this bull, and the forture and fame is so cruel, animal planet and i live with the wolves, animal planet the jungle is so cruel, devour every hour until my lungs grow sour, hidden with the flowers, thats what happens there and after, plan and simple, my options are closed windows
