1996

Show them your demon let the angel lie

1996 a year to recount

What really happen that year

My expectations is over my head

I watch him load a clipper, 

I ask him to hand it over to me

Why throwing it away

Son of a gun

I try to calm down, I try to forget

How am I gonna forget the guns I see as a kid

A simple mind showing themselves at little age 

I wonder if they wanna die young

I and God the only two words that matters to me

I will be damn not to do what the spirit is telling me

I can't think evil but devil talks to me sometimes

At age of seven who taught me how to do that 

I am the mind who make all things possible

Each to his own 

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