still cant tame me i remain brazzy still off the leash a bucking stud refuse to be broken everysince i told my self i aint never going brok no mo self oath...on the rodes from rags to riches i change flats by my self in the cold its then in these time i learn my row...throw lifes not a skit throw it can drive one skitso..da show must go wonder to my self whos the master mind to this shit show while eatting a bag of pop corn shield by an umbrella peared for when da shit hits da fan now dats a shit storm...