O mama,
take this gun out of me
I can't take it any more
too many bullets out from this gun
but I need it tomorrow.
I easy, easy like Sunday morning some time
they seed me with all the heat and anger
some time I can't take it, some time kind like it
I open my eyes, and dream
horrible thing I dreamed
dreamed about those people I have killed
those people I have and I what to kill
bad thing happen.
In my entire life, and now i whan to end it
and i bee and butterfly
-iMra-
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