They call me Junior, I live here on the street. I earn two hundred dollars a week. I'd like to say, "Hey, thanks a lot" I know I'm missin' something. But I don't know what it is. That I don't got
Junior's eyes, looked up to the skies in tears. He prayed that his maker. The giver and taker would hear. Junior sighed, as his hands reached out to the sky. Junior cried, the day that his best
. So I play Russian Roulette and put this phone to my ear. Just to say, just to say yo this is Ms. Stress It's better that it hurts. It's better that it feels this way to me. I can't be too
