The words we've spent our lives seeking are spoken in a hurried moment…
of a happy ending? as of destiny accepting your fate..
as of waiting for some things to be right is wrong..might take too long, might be too late too…
when people stop believing in you, you be living in you...
push us to work hard and when we do they blame us..happy workers are good workers…
how much encourages us to the end of the story..the end shall justify the means...
What you are, we used to be and what we are you will be..of the life cycle..
does it help when it masked we felt powerless in real life?
when running out for fame, as to be running out of shame...
sometimes no problem means I have no idea..
Smiles matters most..feeling like you owe me that’s old skul…
not stuck anywhere but stuck..the reincarnation..
take your time but don't waste it..a small pain that covers my whole part…
dialogue is truce and truce is a dialogue…sometimes a truce could be the great part of a war...
see like a fortela..the future foreteller…
reel is real, real is real, real is rare..hats off, flag at
mast...
the more you judge me, the more I know you…
Strongest soldier gets the hardest fight..the realest people
gets the hardest life...
even peaceful fights have casualties and in every war there
is no winner…
man gets love, man gets hate, behind faces, that time show
it…
salvation leaves up darkness..
Pay attention when dead, they’ll love you more when you
gone..gone too soon…
who writes our story at our ends? we are today years old…
The bad of you be headlines on the 'big' head...
the good of you headlining on your declines...
the good you is of your spirit..the good samaritan...
so easy to be on your lane? nothing we should do that we can’t
do...
never been the same, never again been lame, but for my
declines is blamed...
we never go on decline on our fates by cheques but for goodwill…
Can't stop loving you from the taste of your love..true..
We gone ride till we die, the wish is of too soon..it's never too late for a man...
sometimes miracles are good people..miracles happen by kind
people…
life taken in the eyes of and in the name of peace..what of
the collateral victims?
good enough can never enough..thier needs, their wants deeds…
there is nothing more than life..there's more to life…
serving the royalty with loyalty.. wasted dreams, plated
pleads…
when freedom ends, then peace..tolerance got to violence…
no pretending, need no attentions, those are my intentions...
something to prove is of something to loose..
my days are numbered but still keep waking up...
it’s never too late for a man.
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