From a boy to a man (to you..)
To you i may look like a lost boy with no morals...

Listen.
Listen and if you listen closely...

Strong as an ox
Standing as high and as proud as a willow...

While we driving cars
And rocking big gold chains around our necks...

I can hear replays of her past "I love...
But only at a whisper...

Rest in Peace to the dead soldiers
Don’t realize something’s important...

The Days of a Child were so stress free.
No trying to be anyone else...

When My Disquieting Thoughts
Became Many Inside Of Me...