A Daily Evening

I turn on the tv
and what do I see
In my room lands the war
so cruel and so hard
I'm reading the news
there are strike on my roof
I turn over a page
and quite my spaces rage
The radio works
and I ear that three birds
sit in front of my door
Could'nt believe it anymore
It's a message of love
A message from above
I should'nt lose the hope
I can avoid the dope
It's worst with the net
There are spies in my bed
You think I'm crazy
Then your eyes are dirty
I should'nt lose the hope
I can avoid the dope
spread by a gang
who decides what's my rank



Credits
Writer(s): Funkle Ace, Michel Allard
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