CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Psylense of the Lambatta

Sunlight, moonlight
One night, mood right
New sight
Open my eyes and let the few write
New Christ
Birth

Mary had a little lamb
Sherri had a little Cam
Carried him within her hand, married to a missing man
Buried under stricken land
Mary had a little lamb
Sherri had a little Cam
Miracle she didn't plan
Nothing makes saints like a sinner can, innerstand

Grown man sleeping on the floor
Hear the mice squeaking by the door
I ain't really eating any more
Money spent on this bag of weed I can't afford
What's the meaning of it all?
Living in the Bronx where it's freezing in the fall
And police are on the call
Isolated from the people I adore
Family and friends I don't speak to anymore
Mama struggles she can't even get a call
Probably think that I don't need her anymore
I'm just working out my demons with the Lord
Put them deep into a song like I bleed when I record
I don't even like breathing when I'm poor
So I'm working til I'm rich enough, I can buy my freedom from the law
Or maybe I just need to be evolved
Maybe it's too deep for me to solve