So said the little man just hanging at the door upon the highway this is not my country i can’t see no patriots from up here i can’t see the glory i can’t see the paths i can’t see any fire burning these ain’t the woods i was born these are not my boots where i used to walk these are the men i never never named and these are not my sons he came out of the house...
B.G. Where da fuck is da real YOU?
The day you say you love me, at night you whisper lies the moment you get closer’s when you go far behind sometimes you say you’re wordless, sometimes you speak so loud somtimes you wear that old black whig and get lost in the crowd B.G. where da fuck is da real you? So cmon little sister, and wear that sexy chain take me on that fuckin’ road where evry love is pain i...
Just A Start
I kind a like jumping on a car as i do every single weekend since i’ve been here looking for a place to call home there’s only road and road left