katharine gin
Dear God
2005
Dear God put me under ya wing
I'm tired of life, hustlin'
sellin' dope to the fiends.

I wonder,
if I rob or killed, would you
forgive my sins,
and if it
was my time to go
would you let me in?

See thugs cry too, and when
the Led hits,
we die too.

Dear God keep an angel
over my head
for when I fall.

I wonder is this life
that I'm going through?

-- Cecil T., Log Cabin Ranch
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