Day of birth.
Yesterday,
it was my birth day,
but i most say,
i did't feel like that way.
Now i'm again an age older,
but we won't ever feel that way.
Every day is the same,
the erea to blame.
To much things i like to do,
but to little of them around.
So many people understands,
the things i just found.
Flowing on a beat,
keeps me going.
Going to move the feat,
cause i feel good when i'm flowing.
Leave me alone,
let me do my jobs.
Let me dance,
when the DJ a beat drops.
Don't look to me,
like i'm a criminel.
Cause when i'm dancing,
i feel like i can rule.
But now,
on date of birth.
I don't know.
I'm gonna twist my mind,
This is the last change.
I'm really gonna find,
over sea's, by useing surf.
But first i'm gonna dance.
Day of birth,
i don't care.
It's what i dissurve,
cause it would be fare.
Fealing a flow,
livin the beat.
It's music when i glow,
cause i'm movin my feat.
_Stralende pijl, vanuit de buurt van Venetiƫ_