Автор: Mr. Strange

well i ain`t a worried man but sometimes i need a helpin` hand maybe men don`t know but the lil`

You waited long for 21. For me the fight has just begun. You get in clubs, drink alcohol, It makes

A street with bodies, filled with guts, Child`s world is such a mess. One bomb could rip this place apart,

Tired of hearing us moan and complain, Just `cos you don`t feel it Doesn`t mean there`s no pain, Brought up

I never had to think about it all that much, it came to me so easily, then it became a

Yeah, you do drugs, you know I don`t, Yet it`s a trend just `cos I don`t, Leave me be, can`t

Man you`ve gotta problem, who made you fuckin` king A macho pig with nothing in your head. No girls around

Out of the blue, could we ever really know? sometimes you need to, sit back and let it go, day

Hatred I can`t stand it anymore. The color of our skin we must ignore. Do you feel the pain or

Let`s do it for the frustration, aggravation, masturbation, let`s do it for the attention, fascination, education Alright then, let`s forget