Born and I breath on the outskirts of town,

Offending father and a sickly clown

Told, it was I who brought them down


Beaten as a boy and was badly bound

Time came when I was not around

learned online, when mom went in the ground


Married and moved to the outskirts of town

Providing for others, I performed for pay

By my best friend, I was Chucked away


I work and I weep on the outskirts of town

Raised a son with all the dreams I’d found

Sentenced our lives by not being around


Pals in my pocket, gifted with greed

Hey Zeztor baby, what do YOU need

I said, help me sow some spiritual seed

Its really from my heart, to you, I plead

Its really from my heart, to you, I plead

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