Can You Picture My Prophecy?

Strength Is Overcome By Weakness/joy Is Overcome By Pain/the Night Is Overcome By Brightness/and Love-it Remains The Same.

I Wake Up In The Morning And Ask Myself; Is Life Worth Living? Should I Blast Myself?

I Just Don't Know How To Deal With So Many People Giving Me That Much Affection. I Never Had That In My Life.

Time To Heal Our Women, Be Real To Our Women. And If We Don't, Then We'll Have A Race Of Babies, That Hate The Ladies That Make The Babies.

I Exist In The Depths Of Solitude Pondering My True Goal Trying 2 Find Peace Of Mind And Still Preserve My Soul