Tekst:
Stray Bullets The Slings And Arrows Of Outrageous Fortune

guitar to try to catch this sound. 'Cause all I really want to do is sit and hang out in my room and maybe smoke a jay or two and play a reggae tune.

but not with rock and roll. It was with our blood and our sweat and our dreams and now they've all been bought and sold. And they're still dangling the

mouth and a bag in his hand. I looked for reasons in the cryptic scrawls of vandals flying off the handle taking crylon to the walls. Some of them tell stories, and

m looking at him and he's just like me and i laugh but he just don't see the irony and his eyes get hard and he asks me what's the joke and i said don

don't need to watch tv. To see no starving faces staring back at me, while my neighborhood's enchained in poverty. Yeah what about them and what about me. Give to the poor and