TScottAdams

When I was born, I was forced to walk and I was told, a language to talk when I was older, I was handed a bible to follow and I was given a gun, to shoot out the lights of tomarrow. Now here I am, asking around, were to go, Walking blind, down alleys and streets, where am I? I dont know. I was tought so many lessons, and make my life flow I was realizing very quickly, they tried running MY show. No one showed me this hidden  path, I could have walked A road that builds, as I took A simple step Some shadows follow from past actions, they watch me like a hawk I look back to build a better path, the memories I kept I'm not