Oh, my soul, sometimes we don't know what to do We work so hard being tough on our own But now it's me and you Let's get up sad bones 'Cause we are fall on hard times But you don't have to stand up...
Brave face, and English illusion Stiff lips soft and creamy inside I'm hip to your pain and confusion You can't tell how much suffering On a face that's always smiling I swore I would always be with...
I want to be on a show that's not sensitive to racial jokes; I want to be on one where they call me everything and I call them right back. There's blatant racism going both ways. That's what we need.
When I get on a course that's not very good, that's not tough, I fall asleep. Mentally I must be lazy, like a little kid, but I always seem to do well when there's a tough situation.