I sit alone in my jail cell as krayzie as I was before. I fucked myself again this time when I fell in love with a whore. But krayzie people are people too. I think of the words of an Angel she said"Mentally challenged and insane" I feel the way she feels because I feel the same. But krayzie people are people too. You can call me krayzie, cuz I do things that can't be explained. I thrive on all the maddness and my opinions can not be contained. I'm krayzie, who cares? Nobody cares how we feel, so Iflip them the bird and I laugh. I was born to be this krayzie, like I was born to be white trash. But krayzie people are people too. so when people tell you your krayzie, stand up to them with grace and pride. Tell them exactly how you feel,the words that come from inside. Tell um all, krayzie people are people too. I have feelings just like you. I hate the pain you put me though. I'm krayzie, so what, fuck you!!! Don't feel rained on presious, for I know your pain. That's the way we are treated. The mentally challenged and insane. By: ERIK S. GONZALES COUNTY JAIL 2001
Reason for writing:
The inspiration came from the DARK ANGEL!!! WE LOVE YOUR WORK!!!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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