Everybody
poem: Danni Cezar & P.D.Thompson
Everybody knows my name,wants the fame, wants to see, wants a piece of me.Everybody wants the fun, sees the gun,be so kind.Still got my piece of mind.Everybody can you feel my pain...
I was born a poor boy left home when i was four,Momma never named me so i was never for sure.I learned to read enough to know life wasn't so kind. All i own is my guitar and my piece of mind.I went out into the world to find my place in life.I'm learning more, everyday surving really bites.They ask me for a line of coke, needles, knives and guns;I said to myself i think i found a home cause this place sounds like fun.
I've seen the limelight in new york city...I've seen the rainbow in hollywood...I've walked the streets of london england...I've voted for their politions...I've seen all the dirty religions,I wore their three piece suits,But i did not wear their army boots.I didn't fire the guns of war.Never knew what we were fighting for...Everybody knows my name!
pic: Danni Cezar at Melboune ´s beach 4p.m
