My mama gave me up when I was 2 months old. She spread my wings and killed my soul. I was thrown in the backseat where Jesus reached out to me. Put in foster care the same day.

Given to a stranger who gave me life.Raised me and show me life. She adopted me, change my name. Gave me everything like a true mama. But what I did was take from her.

Seeing tears was just away that I didn't care. But mama I lied to you, showed you and left you pain. Becoming guilty was just my middle name.

As I got older I didn't care but when I did I hid behind sex using it as a cure. All the boys calling me gay. But I show them I'm not a punk and get all the girls I can.

Becoming a father was just a game. That was reality in my life. Money selling drugs was money given away to the women of my kids.

I became another suspect being thrown in a cell more then once, paying child support in my early life.

Remembering the times I had knowing the chance I had to change and forget my sudden past.

But I didn't this is why my life is just a number that never comes to show who I really am.