Racismo
Que palabra tan fuerte...
Fate as a Demon Would Have It
The joy of sin...
White knuckles embrace the wheel of control,
I punch the gas to making the engine take...
The intercom blared "Ladies and gentlemen...
only those passengers seated in rows 15 - 30 are...
Why you not tryin
why you just cryin...
A chip of milky chocolate
cast on the frigid tarmac...
Sitting in my chair it is easy to watch life go by
Changes have been plenty and they come so fast...
They scamper, they scatter
They deceive, they deny...
Oh I wish I had boobs that would wobble
Mine just stay still in one place...
Chillen at my house I'm so high in my head zone
I don't even know what to do or what to get, no...
In case you want to listen while reading:
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0XIY3RzWs5H...
I send this letter to you satan,
Let's make us a deal...