its kinda funny. i dream quite a bit nowadays.
its always something weird and i get totally weirded out in an interesting way.
no like... weird as in moon explodes.
just... in another way.
in a way that makes me think.
i hate it.

Ricky was a young boy, He had a heart of stone.
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone.
Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town.
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down.
He had no money, oooh no good at home.
He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone

18 and life- skid row