Maybe we meant well, maybe we don’t care, doesn’t really matter if we all go to

hell.  Are you pure as the driven snow, never did nothin’, but seething with

righteousness because somebody did ya wrong years ago?   Don’t try to tell me

cause ya can’t ever tell me nothing cause I’m too busy  preaching.  Don’t wanna

hear it anyway, your problem, your bad, but I mean well.

So anyway, here’s my stuff…