1900
1
I walk in in fact I told U the Journey of the club I saw,
I cant give orders but with U a youngin I naw,
Maybe it’s the accustom of the trail that appears,
For me, it’s the sacrifice I cant cry any tears,
True in what I doubt is nature,
The bust through panels I can’t escape her,
U have made your choice of joining,
To us to leave the deal is morning,
Too quick to hesitate that there is a solution,
I know my violence has to bring elusive,
Yet, getting to the point of how its setup,
I look in the back of what is the result,
Alone I cook in this sign of detail,
Such a beautiful feeling the jones I smell,
Alone I see no other as wet,
Shuffled by the conclusion of those I’ve met,
Jealousy of the children that stand outside,
I go play for my own to ride,
Not here though, never could she separate,
Yet, As long as I am not hindered my power elates,
Confusion, yes maybe, I will make the decision,
But lo and behold the peril of precision.
