When shall the people see
That since He`s become unleashed...

I lived in a place where young mamas used to cry.
Now, we`re Gonna start with the south side...

A young boy.
He is just the shadow...

I walked int0 the Blackness,
being stalked by the rain...

My poetry flows like a river, I shiver,
But slowly dashes through the woods...

I cherished her,
I smiled at her...

Limes are sweet.
Lemons are sour...

You saw of a Great boy,
One who never ran away...

It matters not how you decide to
recite the Loveable creed...

I feel discomfort when many stair at me,
When I started, I wondered what was the point of...

I know of your secret
Come to me...

Run, o Jew Boxer, run!
You are Jewish...