No roof, money, but joy unrestrained. No roof, money, but joy unrestrained.

Yes, I am here to tell my story, I am here to sing my song. Yes, I am here to tell my story, I am here to sing my song.

The poem shows how the poet is a wanderer, warrior, and the winner. The poem shows how the poet is a wanderer, warrior, and the winner.

Did you ever smoke life,nature and your own self? Did you ever smoke life,nature and your own self?

But now I play a role of heads for one and tails for another. But now I play a role of heads for one and tails for another.

Let him travel into his dream, And bring that imaginary path into this world, Maybe that path ... Let him travel into his dream, And bring that imaginary path into this world,...