In the Studio, we had a party because we created a piece of art.

Kind Of A Melodi

I am one of the best at what I do. 

And what I do 

Is Music

The Roof Can't Hold Me Down

Some cheap piano, and a solid bass line, and it's home.

Polka Funk

Fuck Up

Without money, we can't hang out

Poor people, turn and spin every coin, the rich, look down, and begin to think it is about to be a sin.
But!
Greedy people, with a narrow human vision, dangle in spite of, just further into the city, and end up on the streets, to take their lunch there.

Poor families, barely able to afford to catch their breath, rye bread on Christmas Eve, without roast pork and crispy rinds, that's how it is, for some in this country.

(I have never lacked anything)

Other Education, and a better way of being understand'd on'ed.

The insight into the lives of other people is important for a solidary forward-looking perspective, social competences are carried on with a view to giving, skills which are intended to keep the individual human alive.

(I am lonely)

Alone with myself, from time to time, the man they all say has lost his mind turned 31.

But who is the furthest out of you and me?

you know who is

Bound, with family, obligations, and a child's rights to play, without the ability to manage to raise properly,
You know,
Each his own life, each his own way.

(It's a selfish need)

To think about wanting to put children into a world that gets sicker and sicker with every passing second.

(It's a selfish need)

To force small innocent existences into a world that is in no way arranged according to their needs, and it is a selfish need to want to give birth to small pieces in a game, (The System)

Which will later destroy them, and their future hopes, dreams and ambitions.

I say,

It's not because I don't like children that I write the way I do,

I write the way I do because I have my eyes on what is going on around us, and I write the way I do because none of the people I grew up with are "grown up" enough to be willing patage say the task.

For,

I look at the world, with the colors that can be put together,
And
If you mix it up too much, it becomes a mess.

(look at what is happening around us)

Bruce Me

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