Thats the way it begins - You try to behave, Yeah, you try to fit in. But when you rise and stand You find a lock-step march - No room for jazz. Born bad- With a slight-o-hand I go from jam to jam With a crash, boom, bam. Born bad - I dodge a sucker punch And drop a bomb, like Liston, On an animal hunch. Born bad - thats the way it began, stuffed a young pink lung down a rank glue bag. Born bad - this is where it all lands for a bull headed, corner hangin problem child man.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 11:57:15 +0000
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