Yet in the lasts' breath to pray
Closets' closed doors impend, in them I see a play...
11/09/04
Many days and nights spin rapidly by...
You see me
on the street, in the street...
Guitar, my canvas
Society is my paint...
The cry has been heard
Women have wept enough...
It seems to me that mankind are being controlled
by some unseen evil force...
Many eyes staring at me today
Whats Wrong...
In this world of evil and hurt
We are made to believe that we are dirt...
In tumultuous times,
of cruelty and oppression...
Today is today
it can't be tomorrow...
I'm sorry I'm not pretty.
I'm sorry I'm not thin...
*This is a collaboration between me and my cousin...
Listening to the songs...