As he steps out the gate, Wearing the same things that he'd never change. And no one can blame that he didn't have his life, And no one believes in him
and Reason is easy, it's no one believes in him. Why are we so quick to judge? There's no such thing, as a saint without a history Or a sinner without
hearts and Reason is easy, it's no one believes in him. Why are we so quick to judge? There's no such thing, as a saint without a history Or a sinner
