The town that bore us
With its overloaded humanity
With its knowledge:she is a bitch and heґs a drinker
Youґre right when you donґt trust your own neighbour
Talk about him ’cause he might be in the same situation
As you itґs better to shoot first than to sit there waiting for a bullet
My skates were rolling away from me I couldnґt hold them
The moment I left I didn`t look for them back
In the depths of my childhood I remember the red flowered fields in the sun
But forget your toys you told me Iґm no longer angry about it but wonґt come back without
Golden flying horses
Education
You see my man education
You see my liberality and the world goes first world
Goes first you see my blood education