3 acessos
Into this world i came
Filled with fear, crying all the time
I guess my birth left a great scar
On my heart and mind
Now i hand-pick cotton and struggle to sing
"i am happy and i do what i like"
But my voice breaks, and i start to hate
My singing and simply everyone
Mama told me be good,
Work hard, and love mr. god
Every sunday, i lie,
Trying to realize why
Ain't nothing more to say, your honor
Don't look at me like that
The truth is, i am a free man,
But i can't enjoy my life
I came to a standstill
With lies and hopes inside my head
Always seemed too late to turn
And too soon to understand
No, i don't have a stomachache
It's just my face
I got stuck, i ran aground
I got used to spewing bile
I wonder whether all those years
Hadn't been a waste of time
So how am i doing?
Oh, i can complain
Smoke too many cigarettes,
But i don't care
Into this world i came
Filled with fear, crying all the time