two sons, both of which no custody
street life, only thing touching me
constant on the run, no conscience
this foolishness and nonesense
a convict with no accomplishments
just a con artist
with a retarded lifestyle, forty two and wild
I can't afford my child socks
the next rock is all that matters
another negro on the stat ladder
ongoing court cases
children calling me on a first name basis
preparing for an upcoming sentence
no plans to diminish in this operation white
here for the duration
the demons still chuckle in the night