frutik

Second thing, second don't you tell me what you think that I can be I'm the one at the sale, I'm the master of my sea, oh, ooh, ooh The master of my sea, oh, ooh, ooh I was broken from a young age, taking my spoken to the masses Writing my poems for the few that look at me, shook at me, shook at me, feeling me Singing from heartache, from the pain, taking my message from the veins