sábado, 4 de septiembre de 2010


in weather like this in old days we used to get stoned to da bones...
and see our lifes passing trough like no else matters.
we laught at our faces we laugth at our life's dead
we were the guardians of the sun, keeping our red eyes on his journey
we eat we laught we fight each other to break our face that ending
with a friendly smile
we were bitter, but we wasnt quitter´s
we stand alone shoulder to shoulder to face our close door
to face our uncertantly times roll by with the smoke.

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

im back to the hood!!