Back in 93, went a school called Riley, where certain people made fun of me. Called me Chinese, Japanese, Bruce Lee, do you know Karate. With no love from school or at home. I felt so alone. As I grew older, I knew that I would become my own solider. Free from those who would hurt me again. Now I see those faces again. Their hands out and try to call me friend. You must a forgot about what you did back then. So let the games begin. To those who did me wrong. The 93 class, you kiss the hole and the crack of my ass.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 20:57:35 +0000