[I]dedicated to Sutton the Red and my brother Chris, out on probation[/I] I grew up here amid the trailers outside a backward Oregon town; Ever since I was two
Let confusion have it's time cause it will... along with poverty, war, and crime. that's right just keep running for your light although your mind screams out with fright all night.
May you never feel as I do, as the torment grows inside you. You can fall all day and there's no one there to catch you when you're the American dregs When there is no home to go to
Share of your riches give others their place in the sun May all lands be peaceful let history teach of the gun for from Trafalgar to Fallujah, it's been a long trail of gore.
