Untitled Song
• Written by user201485132
Sitting on the bench while I'm looking at the gate
Having to rewind on why I did arrive late
Looking up to the sun I think I want to run
But with no gun, the run will not come
Then I stand up and start walking to the cemetery
I just got released from the penetentiary
I need to pay my last respect to my patriachy
Fuel for the anarchy to stop being a wanna be
Father always said I can be whatever I wanna be
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user201485132
Member since April 21 2025