I collect baseball cards Write short stories all day All day I play my guitar Until my dying day Yes, I play I play army in the backyard No one is harmed today Been in prison since the day I was born A slave to the flesh today I escaped without the drugs Escaped into my own mind I escaped without the drugs I have nightmares most every night The same old dream today No one comes to deliver me But I pray Yes I pray Wish I could remember more But my memory it fades I see my brother go past On a motor bike today Here I sit, in this life Nothing has changed In this life no one that I love gets killed Everyone has hot wheels I grew up over night God watches over me I put away My childish ways Now I'm free Yes I'm freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
