Since early childhood i have had this beast
love, friendship and all good are his feast...

Red, dark and foreboding, freezing me in my steps
those eyes, death lingers behind them, on me sets...

I'm here for a short time to make my mark
my life here will be symbolized as a spark...

Today I'm trading a book for a shovel
I'll have to wander out of my little hovel...

I'm sick of all this garbage you deal!
do this, do that, it's a repeating wheel...

He stood for liberty, atlas of independence
he dared to break past precedence...

Lying near death in the alley gutter
so cold and bloodied i shutter...

Each person has their own way to tie
but sometimes that job can go awry...

Am i unforgiving for what i did?
even though i was just a kid...

Entering england, beating the Celts
veni, vidi, vici...

I walk three mile to school
I'm nothing close to a fool...

A crowd of visitors, usher escorts
many presents, with food imports...