Jamie Three

Like you like to rule, even on the bread line, regarding other fools, you think you're great, when other's ask why, stop before it's too late, it does no good, what’s going on inside, such a face you pull, yet once again, the eyes dance like fireflies, they’ll have their say, it’s a poor gruel, these cooked over lies, to all that is you , here in this game, you play with your life, for who holds the reins, poor burnt-out mules, offer no hindsight, but is it cool, to fulfil a demise?