1900
1
Im a man, From rich to pour, I am Dark,
Already, I had my view of who I was going to ride width in the car,
Adding tree to rock, a light shined upon me in this island of Nam,
A race to hide the shame of what she had become,Only then would I have left back into that light tangled to float a boat,
Taking charge of my spirit in an army that is wealthy and leaving the old door to cope,
Even so, Ignorance is a sound game,
Unable to communicate, family gathered submerging strange,
Lineages, however back, marks the street curves of dropped cents,
Blowing paper as probation for paroling her lucrative.
