Corner

Posted by admin on Thursday, March 28, 2019
Hang on at the corner
Thinking of what
And the past, days
I'm back in view

It seems like morning
Where is the barkada?
Okay if there's money
That I was with you

It hurts to accept
The truth
If you do not have money
You also have no friends

Destructive, troops
When I was a guitarist
It grows, like a bird
I'm fine here

A little bit of patience
Be well spicy
House and land, lots of money
I'm going to be with you

It hurts to accept
The truth
If you do not have money
You also have no friends

It hurts to accept
The truth
If you do not have money
You also have no friends

Happily, at the corner
You're bored with your wealth
Smiling, laughing
The problem is gone