[Söker kritik] PS - en vers på english
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it's a lullaby, so good night my beautiful doughter
experience, survival, thats all i ever thaught her
i know, i should be there for you, like the father i am
but still im cryin'.. and stuck smokin' weed in my van
follow the path, its right there in your imagination
be strong, cus im' gone away on a permanent "vacation"
you have your mother, that women is truely blessed
she keeped my hopes up when my life was just a shitty mess
it's not okey, i know this story is not a happyending fairytale
i hope you forgive me when i get out off this place... jail..
im just a human, i can't stop myself from making these mistakes
everything is to late, im going in, but life is what you make
i have walked my path, and i can say that its not what i planned
but i guess its my fault, when puffing weed and selling crack
some time eventually your ass is getting jacked
it starts with a ticket that turns into years when they find the stash