Poem By james johnson
I'm not suprised to see you on a corner. I was hoping you wouldn't end up living on the streets but you had to do drugs huh? Well thats your fault and you think I'll give you money after you gave five years of living hell. I don't think so just go ask somebody else, damn. Again I gave chances but you didn't take them so good bye live on hopefully you don't get hit by a car.