The Cricle
Sometimes good sometimes bad sometimes a mess and sometimes just alright.
What have I done twisting and turning this life god gave me.
So good god gave me two boys, so bad the drug dealer is the baby sitter.
Broken home I did maded whole home I did came.
When money is good smiles are plenty.
Good, bad, messy, and alright my cricle of life go's forever.
What have I done twisting and turning this life god gave me.
So good god gave me two boys, so bad the drug dealer is the baby sitter.
Broken home I did maded whole home I did came.
When money is good smiles are plenty.
Good, bad, messy, and alright my cricle of life go's forever.
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