I had it tough when I was just a little kid It didn t matter what I thought It didn t matter what I did I feel ?? what I like right from the start It didn t number on my head It could never touch my heart Cause I had just another imagination Just not to keep the faith Somehow I would think of what to do When I get lost in the momentary weakness of the motion Of the angels came around to help me through Life puts that s changes Windblow pass pages All I see is I don t need this High strung tyro walk Ticking time of clock Scratch my name and cut these chains I m free Kicking out that prison I am free Singing those words of wisdom let it be Nobody gonna put the booze inside of me Yeahgoyeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And there were nothing I can do about it Demonstrate and feel the best I ve done it all I slamm the doors I jammed the locks I baked the bricks I built the walls No one can tell me back there Why joy eluding me Can t bubble to that misery Lying deep down inside of me Took that rage and out Turn that page and out Pack my tools we re back to school Yeah Now I pass my graduation And now I hold my PHT Crash ?? Time flies back in photographs And papers scraps and songs Here I stand in Free tab takes me home Yeah Ayi yeah aha

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