Thursday, July 26, 2007

With out a beret my
lyrics will let
I walk through the streets of Havana
And I'm a let
The infer red soak
Am I a victim of an infinite joke?
The reversal of the mirrors and smoke
I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge
Who's to say we aren't getting stronger?
Who's to say I can't live without you?
Who are they anyway? Anyway they don't know
My home is here, America!

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