A Turnover
Monday, August 6th, 2007There’s time, I’ll clean up all of this thing
The gold chain that tide me this time around
There’s time, I’ll run my life
With my own authority
There’s time, the new
era, I’ll know
The day where I turn over and lough after you
There’s a time, we’ll meet again
When you’re not recognizing me and I don’t even care
Watch it with your own eyes
I can make it sure, you’ll
Stop noding your head
Stop build the big wall upon you
You’ll realize that your not a superstar
