When It rains and it pours , is it God crying? Or does he make mistakes too by dropping Glasses of water on some parts of the planet, sometimes i cant stand it, Its too hard to manage With all the decorative seasons and foreign Ghettos, Following their footsteps and letting all of their Friends go, I wish everything was in slow motion so I could Move through this crowd of ******* and jerks, Its more than I deserve, And when the wind blows I'll be sitting in the Rose garden full of sin while thick and bold and Replace the new past with the old, I think I struck a nerve, The Power was within is all along, are you man? or do you claim your strong? If you pick confrontations left and right then something will go wrong.