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I had it tough when I was just a little kid

It didn't matter what I thought

It didn't matter what I did

I feel ?? what I like right from the start

It didn't number on my head

It could never touch my heart

Cause I had just another imagination

Just not to keep the faith

Somehow I would think of what to do

When I get lost in the momentary weakness of the motion

Of the angels came around to help me through

Life puts that's changes

Windblow pass pages

All I see is I don't need this

High strung tyro walk

Ticking time of clock

Scratch my name and cut these chains

I'm free

Kicking out that prison I am free

Singing those words of wisdom let it be

Nobody gonna put the booze inside of me

Yeah, go, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

And there were nothing I can do about it

Demonstrate and feel the best

I've done it all

I slamm the doors I jammed the locks

I baked the bricks I built the walls

No one can tell me back there

Why joy eluding me

Can't bubble to that misery

Lying deep down inside of me

Took that rage and out

Turn that page and out

Pack my tools we're back to school


Now I pass my graduation

And now I hold my PHT

Crash ??

Time flies back in photographs

And papers scraps and songs

Here I stand in

Free tab takes me home


Ayi yeah aha...

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