Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
sexta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2012
Head of parents If your parents say Who just want to help you But arrange your bed Lie down for a day . They rehearse you, To err nothing But actually only want Ensure its future . Say , redizem , Passing sermon. Te decreases with words, Having no reason . If you agree , Nothing can say. And they say , I will thank you. God willing , they 're Right. Following their lives , With its concrete dreams . Nadas they say , Make me understand. What they want , Or who fail to like. Sometimes I feel like Explode. Send everything to hell , And a building fall. But I have head To do so . For a cowardly act , I will never commit . Fleeing the problems Never will solve. Face the front Surely will see . Had found out that No need to hide. Now tell me , How can I live . Solving problems , Even without power. I'm saying Everything you think . For 'm not cynical , You do not need census. Nothing will change , Even if you want. I'm just a graffiti artist whatsoever.
Assinar:
Postar comentários (Atom)
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário