Hello, this is Sally Smothers. Like me you probably noticed that in America our inner cities. Are filled with people who call a sewer grate home. And some can't remember their last meal.
Aggressive, my style versitile.. You're best to hear the Mojo growl.. Coming up behind with a bat, ""crack"" from a Mr. Payne attack.. Dazed and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun..
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Something wicked your way comes from. what I hear can I smell fear in the atmosphere of. Music. Tell me what the hell for 'cause we rock.
It's the beginning and it's never ending and I will mask myself as the solution to all life's mess.. I've left you living in a world where you depend on me, i recommend you leave (peace).
What did you expect?. No one can fix this.. You gave up and now you're saying that it's worthless?. You can't speak, you can't breath when you're living lke you're six feet deep (mother fucker).
Let's hear it for regret.. It sticks in my mind like a secret, and it's caused so much pain.. So let me explain why I've been drinking my conscience under the table..
We're all the same.. We bury the stains that remain on the clothing of yesterday.. What can I say? The steps that you traced led astray.. We covered our tracks, to never find our way back..
Gone with the wind, you came unseen and left unheard.. Deception hides in the face of the breed you created.. The mess that you made will surely be swept off you feet and underneath the carpet of our eyes..
Still hanging on the words from your lips. Still trembling at my fingertips. The end came sooner than expected. It came without warning without mercy.
Emptiness again. Left alone again. Left to question all that's happened. No one cares. No one tries. All that's left is the will to die. Try.... Try to hold on to what's left inside.
what will remain of those days when it. all meant something to you, the kinds, and. me- it was more than just something yes,. but it's changed.what will remain ofthose things that uses to be? some say.
Reach back and release the power held in each. The tools of knowledge we have received. Our youth removed stripped of verity. But a voice is crying out and we'll take it back....
reaching hands- cirkling down i see it twist to nothing torn from. what it meant, cou from extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are not weak the light the tonce burned so bright, has now.
Because I stand in this defiance, I wear the mark of those. Who choose to refuse self-destructive points of view. And with each day spent in my self-perseverance.
will you ever know what it is feel for. you? can i express myself - is there any. way to? it moves through and through it. moves through me... look into these eyes.
Stepping ground lost, fallen through the sands of time. The. security once known has been stipped back and exposed. Strong. hands which before expressed support have now faded from my sight..
stepping groundn lost, fallen through the sand of time. the security once known. has been stripped back and exposed. strong hands wich before expressed.
She's lying on her back. Staring at the sky. Over and over in her head she's asking herself why. Release me. Free me. Can't find out the reasons why. Can't find the will to try.
The fight for what's right does not lie in closed minds. Search inside and you will find the answers lie within the reach of those who try.... to live their lives.
Severed wrists can spill no blood. No regrets for the judged. Walk alone. Stand alone. I stand for more. Though I'm unsure. Never follow what you see.