>So many years of depression make me vision
>The better livin', type of place to raise kids in
>Open they eyes to the lies, history's told foul
>But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
>So many years of depression make me vision
>The better livin', type of place to raise kids in
>Open they eyes to the lies, history's told foul
>But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child