August 22nd, 2008

Devoid

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I got down on my knees last night with my rag in my hands and actually did something I haven't done in a long time. I asked to be forgiven for my wrongs to be forgotten. I asked a lot of things, for friends and family for the crew and lastly for my self.

I wear my bandanna with pride, my boots with vigilance, my fist as justice.

As one door closes others open and I watch closely as I make my decisions and try not to jade my judgment.