POORS INNOCENTS

Poors, my friend, poor, my child, understand me?
Last monday I believe in my wife, understand?
My car, where’s my car, it’s broken on Bronx, understand me?
I believe in the sun, or the its sunshine, brother, but the marijuana... under the bed, the died man, understand me?
When I forget my own life, I believe that under the coast, the rich there... the coke, understand ME!?
I’m a poor, man, I’m a poor man, I’m a inquiet, a waste of anarquie without sense, you know it?
Because anythink is bad for my heart, brother, instead the minor contexts of consequences...
The codes, man, what’s mine, you understand all of totality, anytime?
Listen to me man, listen to me, where are the love in your live, on penetration?
What the moment, the necessary moment for this, where’s is the opportunity for this?
Tell me, now, me now, something, man nobody need to know about it, understand me?
Sorry! Buy... Do you don’t understood nothing, comrade, sse anymore, so, some love, so...