But l l'm not formed by that way,
Excessive blame on those heads.
Sinking no breathe,
Thinking within jail,
But l, l'm not that born.
l came here for hope,
Live thou life, long for gun.
I moke twisty tarsh nausea me as
swords cold while blood was warm.
But l, l'm not bow that beat,
I be for myself like eagle .
Fly that sky wing as cloud.
Beneath the sun, smile me my mum.
