NINA

A song for my ICQ-Friend from Mozambiq.
Not a best, I can. I know and I will write another one for you.

Don't you know
You even know me,
Don't you know
You even lied.
Don't want
And haven't fallin'
And don't you need
To see the fight.

Fight of Rappers,
Rockers, SkinHeads,
Punks, Police
And other orgs.
Maybe, you had
Lost your fingers
And with that
You have a probs.


Don't you want
To me can ROCK it,
Don't you want
To stop the lies.
Don't you need
To save this country,
Don't you know
Who are this guys.

Fly about,
Fly around...
DROP YOUR HATES!
AND DROP YOUR DRUGS!!
Every time
I wanta eat it
I can find
In meals some bugs.


Who am I
To say the same things?
Who am I
To plant this trees?
But, please,
Don't make me laugh,baby,
And don't strip,
My baby, please.

Places Rocks
And I should write it.
Cause nobody
Want to write.
It's a way
To make me serious,
Caue for me
The ROCK is light.


So rosy world
Is haven't place here:
Look at me
And look at them.
Where is love
They wrote about?
Love for me
Was never theme.

Make me strong,
By hate me, SkinHeads.
I am black
And I am cool.
I'm not smart,
But driving feelings,
And you can't it,
Drugging fool!


Now they want
To stop my writings,
But don't they want
To stop the crimes.
President
Can tell me something,
But I know,
He said a lies

Why the ROCK
They draw like horror?
Why the ROCK
The draw like drugs?
I'm imaging ROCK,
Like swollows,
They are flying
In my eyes.

23.09.2oo2y.