I suppose anything
Is possible if you think
But not too much
Keep it real
Oh so many things
I walk
She goes
Back home
Aye son?
I awoke from days
Of slumber, closed mind evade
Well I caught my self
Feeling sorry for myself
I've won
She does
It all
I'm nothing
Cigarette slums
Aye
So honest
So free
I've won
She does
Her thing
Pass it on
It's real
And it seems so strange
Play another one
Keep it up
Don't go the wrong way
No matter what they say
I won
I like when
She does it her way
I'm sore today
She does it her way
The war will be fought in her name
But that just won't be enough
It'll be over when it ends with my silver blade