Do you think your a man to talk?. Do you think I mind at all?. Dont say. How he was livin it up in a run. Do you want to be the hammer?. Against broken necks unbent. You got hooks in me that str
We get out of this fight. You gonna help me wrap my hands. Stitching up my eyes. You know blood can blind. And them was big old boys. Had fists like cinder and stone. I dodge a blade on the dime
He's a manic boy. Looks a lot like me. Looks a lot like me. And he shares the blame. With a younger face. It's hard and rushed to see. And it's hard for us to see. But I can tell. Is it cold e
