“Can I be you?
Humiliations, fright, fugitive; can you be me for a day?
Am i asking these questions for nothing?
I really want to understand what it feels living a normal life.
'cause being normal makes you look anomaly.
I am seated at this of end of cliff, contemplating a great fall probably that's how many made history.
Maybe you could have a memory of a friend's suicide.
But, I had always wanted to be you,
I need to, I have a day old daughter whose Mom I can't look after.
Don't get it twisted, my intentions are good but how do you raise a family ducking heads trying stay safe from these bigots.
I want you to get to know me while I become you.
How much does it cost to be true?
Done doing favours for people; doing myself one now.”
At this point, Mr. John Godson was lying still in his room dead whilst this note was being read.