On Coin 4 You

Clothes, food, houses, whats inside, what comes from outside. I apologize, to my Brazilian and portuguese readers, this text is in English.

N stuck in the head and I don't know how else to loose but to speak cocos, or aroz, aros, Arroz if you prefer.

Sitting in counters of ends missed per days of untrutful belifts, the lost lead their never lending cry. It's us. Believe We see. We saw. We know. We are your head more than your brain: can guide you.

Their words must be spoken, first because their knowledge show us what's more than belief, it's how now what's religion.

What's to live in a land with bitter people ready to bite each other's head? We are better off setting ourseles ourways with riffles in hands to make peace with war when times don't change quick enough.

Chose man by man who'a to live and who's not die before take them into parts of a walk by journey you can tell is going to be long and ardous.

Life is more than what you first imagined.

Time is to grow up. Focus on all the construction in the city.

The war and chaos won't survive the wave of God will wih.