viernes, 27 de mayo de 2011

Time is running out

Man I’m like a young gun fully black barrack. I cried tear drops over the massive attack.  I only make hits like I work with a racket and bat. Look at my jacket and hat. So damn berserk, so down to earth, I’m bringing gravity back. People work hard just to get all their salary taxed. Look, Im just a writer. Where the Hell's all the sanity at, damn. I used to be the kid that no one cared about. Thats why you have to keep screaming 'til they hear you out.

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