Aldo Kraas

Rookie (July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

KILLER BLUES


Killer look at what you did to my son
That I loved very much
And Know I don't have him anymore
Since you crossed my path
You killed my son
And still runing free in the streets of Toronto
But I am alwys crying for the lose of my son
He never made to his 13 birthday
This year would have been his 13th bithdy
Yes I know that the cops are looking for you still

Submitted: Sunday, March 13, 2011

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