DEAR LORD ...

I do humbly thank You

from the bottom of my heart for souls like mine.

Poor, innocent children, spoiled, ruined by their

own 

MOTHERS!

Thank You for sending me some good music, 

Good music that heals my  still oozing,

still festering,  

wounds heal , heal well,
 Smooth, brown and beautiful!
PROUD!
HEAD BLOODY
BUT UNBOWED!

WHILE monsters play  head games,
I STAY ON MY HUMBLE KNEES!

WHILE UN-READ,
ILLITERATE IMPS

BLOW SMOKE UP MY BLACK ASS!

Blowing their fictitious "beliefs"

AND ABSOLUTE

BULLSHIT

ON ME!

Plot to re-enslave me, 

to keep Me down!

No bitch ass oppressor,

no old stanking slut,  common enough to rape her own children,

SHALL EVER  KEEP ME DOWN FOREVER!
NO,NO,NO, NO ,NO
sATANS WHOLE HOSTS OF DESPICABLE IMPS SHALL NEVER SHUT ME UP!

 The low life 'hoe demandED that I take her stanking shit to my grave.

BEFORE HER STANKING LOW LIFE WOULD DARE REPENT!

DARED  ME!
TRIED TO FORCE ME TO CALL MYSELF A LIE!
 I CAN'T CALL MYSELF A LIE!
BECAUSE THERE IS NOT ONE LIE IN ME!!!

Old low life,  fake ass Christians,  glad it happened to me!

I'm not as ruined as you old low hoes want to believe.

THE BLINDERS FELL OFF!

THE BLINDERS FINALLY FELL OFF!

BEAMING!

BEAMING!

BEAMING!

JUST THANKING MY JESUS FOR

ROME!

ROME!

ROME!