Etica grupal
I`m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begin`s to chime reflecting on my past life and it doesn`t have much time cuz at 5 o`clock they take me to the gallows pole the sands of time for me are running low Mutherfuckas!!!! running low When the priest come`s to read me the last rites i take look trhough the bars at the last sights of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there`s some sort of error hard