Every moment is like a hole in your time But life is moving on I know will always be caught in my fate We can`t make it whole again nothing is left to chance
I got a college-degree I need dollars-to-flee Away from harm's-mockery and this darn-poverty Armed-robbery would fit best with my charm-probably Left
it's not possible, there's The burden of things I couldn't bear Feelings weren't dealt with properly Remorse follows me With his good friend, the threat of poverty Here's
found my ancestor mothers, brothers sisters left the motherland By brutal force and by the choice of a Killa Klan Nobody knows about this trouble that this brother's
