Sine just shine, my luck.
Enough with the bad and me get f****d
My coins are even turn bronze.
Heads or tails ? I guess, coin turn lost or stand straight on my face.
This is my bad luck.
It’s enough to tolerate, the bad sight on my life.
People look at me like I am a torn page
A torn page have values but people seems less bothered and are in rage.
And me at the corner feeling dead instead.
My life see me like a disgrace,
My time see me like a time waste ,
Things are far seems restless,
Afraid of me, I may turn them waste.
Running from the luck,
Running from being shot dead.
How much I will run !
How much I will tolerate .
The thing that is really eating me inside is my own head.
I want to win myself first,
I don’t care luck that is bad as f**k
I know myself from birth,
I know myself from life.
I know who I am and I am born equal.
I will accept myself first than I will win the rest.
Believe!!!!! You are the Best!