MURDER CHICAGO SONG
The win im my haire
The wine in a bottle
I drink the glass
I again drunkness
My foot is cool
my look is sad
my eyes where pour
my solitude
your look is great
your hands was softs
why the nigth surround's
The light on the streetlight is cold
the rain is song your smile
I poke you to night.
Every day missing you
Every day the love is true.
My love I walk to the city
The night surround and iI feel you.
The rythm of my foot trace a melody.
The song is beauty.
The words are doing to life.
My body rythm the night
In the street of ghetto.
My princess is true
My princess it's you.
I sing in my head
Your blue regard
in my hart.
The song is my destiny
The black is my way
In the chicago street
to the midnigth the policy his
I am cross the road with my gun.
But the death is quickly.
The violence is hard
my spirit too
Why you don't here
My love my soul
I hate my life
You close you eyes
The murderer it'sme
I kill you
The love is true
my mind mad
I am only one on this city
on the chicago street.