Jan 2013
You were born in a crib made of gold
I was born in a crib made of wood
You played with nice barbie dolls
I played with the mud that the rain washed up
Yet this fight is nearly startin
I was born in a crib made of wood
You played with nice barbie dolls
I played with the mud that the rain washed up
Yet this fight is nearly startin
I been working on this for some time. Its the beggining of a poem i wrote
