Helmet Rollo
Sorry for myself, I've lost my Kharmic wealth but I can take from you with antiseptic stealth I'll dig my own grave, get my Front yard paved There's always a penny earned Another dollar saved What lies ahead I always my point, soak Bread in dirty oil "Right's" too strong a word The neighborhood's been spoiled but I know what I know, stuck that Inner glow I don't have time to learn I said I know what I know I'm wrong, I won't admit it I won't get it