Rexito Maraña

in weather like this in old days we used to get stoned to da bones... and see our lifes passing trough like no else matters. we laught at our faces we laugth at our life's dead we were the guardians of the sun, keeping our red eyes on his journey we eat we laught we fight each other to break our face that ending with a friendly smile we were bitter, but we never wasnt quitter. we stand alone shoulder to shoulder to face our close door to face our uncertantly times roll by with the smoke.