I realized that all I had to do was Write about my problems in the form of a Journal Entry, Rap, Poem or Song.But by the time I figured that out it was damn near too late.
I had pretty much Given Up with even trying to straighten my life up,At the time the ONLY reason I didn’t was my Beautiful Blonde haired,Blue eyed little three year old soldier named Samantha Iona Stebbins.
Every time I got sad or depressed SHE was there for me. When she was taken away by her mother it killed me and that witch had the guts to walk up to my door and demand that they come with her right then and there.She even called the cops because I got up in her face and said “No you are not going to come to My house and demand that they come with you I won't let you you are going to have to go through Me first before they will ever go with you.”