Junior's eyes looked up to the skies in tears. He prayed that his maker, the giver and taker, would 'pear. Junior sighed, as his hands reached out to the sky.
Junior's eyes looked up to the skies in tears. He prayed that his maker, the giver and taker, would 'pear. Junior sighed, as his hands reached out to the sky.
Tortured and twisted, he walks the streets alone. People avoid him, they know the street's his own. Cold blade of silver, his eyes they burn so wild. Mean as a tiger, society's own child.