Sex drugs and rock and roll ,
Green paper and chains made of gold,
For these things you sell your very soul.
When the paper crumbles and your gold ceases to shine,
When the drugs are gone and bitterness becomes your wine,
You realize your mansions were but made of glass,
it was all just a test,,,,and you didn't pass !
What then will fill the hole,,,,?
The one that used to house your immortal soul?
- T graz (youtube)


In a world where confusion is only an illusion
And fear itself, is just another
Weak-minded solution
I live in a generation with too much information
Instead of bonding together
We bring anger to the nation
My faith is the only thing I’ve got
And no one can take that from me
- Outta control - TFK


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