My mistakes

My mistakes i carried from my boyhood,

My infancy twilight and my youth began,

Classes started, books appeared and I ran.

This mistake I carried through my manhood,

I hunted money, but mostly like Robin Hood

Taking from one player giving to another fan,

A prove to the whole world that I am a man.

To those who did not understand, it was good,

But the consequences sent me straight to jail,

Where pain and sorrow drowned all my plans,

Everything faded even the chance to get bail,

And then I lost the cheering of my fans,

The odd pain of doing time without mail,

And everything was bad even my lens.