Chris

The year Lady passed away, i couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, i hated to be alone, to see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you are an angel, i didn't have a clue, you became my sage, arranged all the loans, brought me into the music crew, put jelly on my bones, before my this game, i only thought of you, and all you create, then you began to play, i hate successful tunes, now it’s a different rage, tell me who are you?