This is to everyone, not just you people I know, but the world. I'm tired, frankly I'm exhausted! All I want is to chill, to relax, to sit with my mates; talking, playing cards..dice..whatever--enjoying life, day by day, step by step. Man didn't reach the moon in one day, it took years, centuries--Millennias of people like me dreaming, hoping, fighting, dieing... in end we got there, our tears, our blood, our sweat. I continue to fight, continue to push- never surrender. The revolution will never die, as long as humans live, people like me will stand up instead of lie down! Maybe one day, maybe in my time, before God's notices I'm tired, and calls me to rest. I can hold my future children, and know everything is alright. Not yet, not now-- the future is so far, so much change, so much to do. For now, it's gonna be me, and my mates. We'll fight, you'll know where you can find us. Whenever you hear the voice of your generation, whenever the dreams can be seen in the air. You'll know.. the revolution is on your block. For now, my time is young. The only thing I do is.... Well it's friday night and I just got paid, hoping to get wasted maybe get laid. Taking some dodgy pills, you know all the cheap and nasty thrills. Hanging out in the east side boozer, with all the thurgs, the pimps, and the losers. Laughing with my mates, Paul, Jay, and Peter; and some sketchy bird who pilled in with my friend Luke. this it this is the night, eating Kebabs and starting the fights. To all the youngsters who believe in straight up hope, I am the voice of your generation.