beer and tears

what i fell now? nothing, its empty feeling in my mind. now i let it go trough with the wind, so i don't have many problem again in my life
you can't run from this oi! its not done. remember "you must finished what you have start"
i try to enjoy my life, everyday with care, everyday with share
my friends told me "you know? too much burden on your back oi!, lose it all, having fun, the sun still shining and the sky still bright"
damn! if i can, i want
but i can't dudes
it's too overate if i'm looking glad, have fun go mad, but actually i hold my breathe
i'm sick of this
i want kick 'em down
morning i wake up
everybody get busy with them job
"mom where's my breakfast?"
"sorry son, i have no time to prepare that, so for this morning you must buy the food for yourself and i'll give the money for you"
"again!!!"
"do we have a milk?"
"nope, drink that beer son so when you getting high you have adrenalin for war"
"it is a morning armed?"
"hullabalo yeah son"
shit the things is happen
they think we are the program so if we do the fuckin' things they can turn off us
weapon again
half of my body is full of bullet, regret, and tears
sorry mom i can't dance so i must die
today is the bright day
but God still not found
where's the colony? we are losing in the campaign
everybody wearing the bulletproof vest with the fuckin' stuff on right hand
now i'm still hoping
hope for rain come today