What happens when a Ferris wheel doesn't stop moving?
You can't get off the ride.
That's how I feel; the world keeps moving, and I'm stuck in the same place I've always been.
I have four men at my back who are saying I'm their property, and I think another one wants to keep me all to himself.
I want to run, to sink into the ground until the dirt is suffocating me, but that's not who I am.
I'm a fighter, and I'm going to keep throwing the punches until I'm free.
Motorcycle clubs, gangs, the mafia... just another day in my life that doesn't frazzle me.
I hope I make it out alive
