(Spoken Word). . When I first placed my hands on these diaries. Scraps of paper, there were notes and scribbles and all kinds of shit. A lot of feelings came bubbling up, but mostly this one--.
Everybody's got somethin' to hide. There's a needle sticking in their eyes. . I know where I'll be. You'll see me in the end. . I got it all. I got blood on my hands.