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Sweat dripping off my body as I do pull ups the sound of footsteps can be heard I ignore them completely
Nuh inna eh mood fi talk to a soul!
My eyes are closed and my mind is clear yet filled with so many thoughts, emotions running wild only way to blow off steam is to exercise
Badman militant so mi can wull out, conjugal visits are allowed especially to me but why mi woulda waah Maya come yasso bro
Deven want har near especially when she can't go home back with me; know dat ago hurt har heart very much
Cya Stan fi see har bawl mi head ago plug out even more and she no need fi see all a that...especially wen mi realize mi cya go protect har from harself
Been mek dem know she no fi deh pon fi visitation list...wish mi could bite out mi tongue wen mi did a tell them
Bwoy mi miss Maya and mi baby dem imagine how big dem a get inna couple months dem a two
How could I really miss out so much though...
Shit don't ever work out for me these days but mi run off couple months already soon a year mi can continue work through dis
Stopping my movement I opened my eyes getting down taking up the towel wiping my face
I take a deep breath as the person stood there. Somebody's voices put that I have a visitor I look at the man then back at my workout equipment
I yawn before going to bench press
"Yuh no hear mi bwoy!?"
Who da likkle fool yah a bwoy , weh him feel dis be him muss new caz nobody inna dem right mind no come a my section unless mi send fi dem
If I want to go to the visiting I do on my own time...IF I want to so obviously da punk yah new
Continuing to ignore the mawga yellow midget looking weeble I lay down fixing my posture taking up the weights
The sound of the thing opening can be heard I feel a presence in front of me I try my best to ignore the boiling anger that's threatening to erupt through me
Him waah mi kill him no tru?
I lift the weight up grunting as I bring it up and down. A sudden force pushes my foot to the side making the weight almost dropping on my chest
Putting the weight on the rack I got up looking at the person
Him really just kick weh mi foot? Supposed him did mek mi drop di rass weight dem pon mi chest
I don't hesitate to grab him by the collar flinging him right in the wall his back cracking at the force
Going over I grab him up by the shirt throwing him back to the ground. Taking one of the dumbbells I dropped it into his chest as he spits blood
