Master jammin

Okey jag blev sjukt sugen att skriva musik och jag kom inte på nån kul grej men sen så kom den genialiske iden att jag skulle freestyla. Typ jamma.
Så samtidigt som jag sitter med cigaretten i mun och gitarren i min famn så ska jag gå loss, have a nice trip!

When you look at him on the outside
His fat and rich
You look at him
You look at him
You look at him
Dont get stuck on him, his a fake
Like you and me
His buisness is dirty, money of blood
Just like us you see
One day you will have enough of him
as of you
Wandering in rubber shoes uphill to where it always rains
Stars and rainbows cross eachother and by the water lays a lion
There you where, my one true moon. Holding you in my arms.
The same cloth we all wear here, thats a rule!
I know this man that was a hero back in the days. He were a trustworthy guy.
Until one days when he decived his village and became a murdurer. He killed his mum. For money.
Sad case!


Oj nehe nu ha jag skrivit av mig.
Vet någon vad det handlar om?