Replying to:
1 January 1995
I got to get away, take a holiday from the blocks with the crooked cops
So take me to other place, but they probably got pigs in space
They try to replace my reality, and erase my individuality
and keep my head spinnin’ like spokes on a wheel
I’m lettin’ folks know the deal, how i feel
It’s has tobe real and pure, find a cure for the sickness
With tactics I practise the fitness
Exercising the soul and the mental’s essential
Because the body can be your (...)