Ain't Got no money nor place to stay the streets filled with pain locked up for several days I can't see the sun and its rays, I feel so lonely in this place and my baby's gone so gone O my baby Gone its almost summer and I ask what can you do to go back? My spirit and my songs are slow and I have no flow all alone in this boat...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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