A Man Who Dead At the Age of 33
A man who dead at age of 33
But he done the whole life
in one shot by his way
By his own by the way
They told him make this
make that
make this choice
not for that; is not good
By the way, at bay any way
But he held in his hands
All his own and he done
by his own by his way
Asking him; why u go
all the way, all this way
They insisted don't do
that; but do this
in this way, go that way
But he did what he done
all the way by his own
all his deeds in his own
by his way
May he dead young at age
of 33
and they cried for his life
short and spilled
but he never, never he cry
for his own; for his life
but he cried for their life
cause they never
never they
live for their own
for their life
he never chagrin of his choices
or never charm,
he never chained
by their choices
He never ask for goodbye
or good luck!
cause he done what he done
by his own by his way/..
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