. . . I have written about Alonza before. I don’t want him to disappear. The abuse he suffered in prison should have never happened. The justice system used him as a poster boy. Google him and hear his story on Nightline.
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It was a stormy winter night on the streets of New Orleans
A fortune teller told me that she could see me in her dreams
She said, there’s a part of me that evil overtook
Plus the devil has my heart, and my name is in his book.
I cried, i cried.
I’m a mixed drink, combined with good and bad.
The image I’ve portrayed became my truth, I chose my path.
I look myself in the mirror and i wish that I would die. Then I heard the Lord whisper, he said, believe that your mine. Believe that your mine!
My mind beats my heart, my emotions are second nature.
The result of realizing my mind was never basic.
My heart tells lies. My heart is self destructive.
I do right for the good, and well being of the structure.
Trust is not the issue, really it…
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