Dear God,
Do you really know who I am?
Can you help me with my life cuz it's like a ban.
I decently pray, every day.
But I ain't see the happy things on my way.
From I was young, I had missery.
Even when I was 8 tha cops wanna bust me.
I know I did a couple things bad.
But in this hopeles life I'm going mad.
And I know that everybody is different.
And I know I don't have 2 talk 2 rivh people cuz we different.
I can't sleep cuz I've bad dreams, then I'm scream'n.
If I'm walk'n on the nightstreet they see me as a demon.
They think I'm come'n straight outta hell.
But I ain't put myself in jail.
Please Lord I mean it that I want it better.
I hope you see me and understand this letter.