Every thought, every word, and every deed I’ve said,
Gets puts down for all to have read.
Nobody likes the truth of the writer,
‘Cause he tells the tale as though a fighter.
Who doesn’t mix his words of truth,
Instead he writes to reveal his youth.
If only there was someone to read,
The pen and ink left on my deed.
Gets puts down for all to have read.
Nobody likes the truth of the writer,
‘Cause he tells the tale as though a fighter.
Who doesn’t mix his words of truth,
Instead he writes to reveal his youth.
If only there was someone to read,
The pen and ink left on my deed.
