Jack Malibu

St. Nelly

Faces and mouths talking
The people are walking in the rain
All saw the role picture at my place

Thought they are asking for a drink
Your really search is happy
Is that enough to laugh by yourself

I still survey my avenue
I guess is got this damn sadness too
The smoke is taking my life away
For how long? I'll hold my own? Till get leave

This the Saint Nelly avenue
Is the beggars home
There is no one that don't use dirty shoes
And get fight with cops