Slave To Society
The days of being a slave
The worries of what will be on my grave
I dream to be a king
I dream of of ring
I dream of a thrown
And to make life my own
Tired of stress
No need to impress
Not anymore
Not anymore
Copyright © Armoni Ford | Year Posted 2016
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