Poems from S.I.O.N
I'm still gone with dis beat
Still rolling dis mary jane
Still on the wong pad
Still can't find the light
Always on a great high
Always...
Lonely in my room
Lonely in my sold
Is dis hoe it is toe be with out you
Lonley me with out you
only me miss you
Talking too the moon...
My words are my weapons.
My only form of proteksion
I'm not the bigget or the more doment or the man at skool
But I'll be the one to stand...