we make our paths by our own choice read the paragraphs but we hear in our own voice smoking sour grass very loud but theres no noise devour fast thru a heavy crowd of you show boys blow a steady cloud ive had no joys my parents ent very proud theyve no choice but look after im telling u the roads moist like some cooked pasta now its bolied over u should of took faster decisions cant master revisions so hes after physicians help all the visions hes felt the positions hes been dealt made his ambitions to amount to zero he needs magicians cant count for a hero suspicion and the fear grow his condition was weirdo his mission was clear bro he couldn't transition and his time was near so he drank a can of beer slow he wouldn't let a tear show wouldn't let the fear grow cus were scared of the unknown need to be aware like the sunshown all the light but he dont care smoking sungrown thru the night to ease the pain but hes too blame whats the reason he became so lost its a shame its fucked