A self-satirical train wreck that you can witness word by word...
And for those who doubt my son Armand Bovoso, indeed he is part Black. I'm Black and Italian. Armand is Black, italian, and Ukranian Jewish. Send me an email if you can't accept this.
And for those who doubt my son Armand Bovoso, indeed he is part Black. I'm Black and Italian. Armand is Black, italian, and Ukranian Jewish. Send me an email if you can't accept this.
i am a fool for the paths that i follow
winding roads the i know lead to dead ends
a child born with little wisdom
i cry so loud that the old man in me can't be heard
i try to find solace in places that have none
water is easier to get from a stone when you are not so thirsty
the help from within will have to wait for another night
winding roads the i know lead to dead ends
a child born with little wisdom
i cry so loud that the old man in me can't be heard
i try to find solace in places that have none
water is easier to get from a stone when you are not so thirsty
the help from within will have to wait for another night
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