The thoughts of been tortured
Churned my stomach walls
Maybe i'll crumble or maybe i'll fall.
But my dreams and expectation.
Are like Eiffel,Standing so tall.
The longer the nights,the shorter the days.
You are your daily reminder so everyone fades
Tales by moonlight or hustle under the scorching sun.
Sleep never comes maybe like until dawn.
They say you'd get beat by karma
Unlike tinsel,you can't withstand all that drama
So you do what you do to bake bread for your "mama".