I’m going where the Wind Blow, drop down turn around low.
Pound for pound grow, landing on the ground below.
Shutting down flipping mines run against the world for time.
A galaxy many breast different kinds, no one around but I’m fine.
Jumping from cloud of smoke, an egg that empty with no yoke.
A shatter glass that whole when broke, a punch line that’s only one joke.
Crawling on steal walking lid grill, no set direction only one will.
A drink fix with a pink pill, knowing one thing life the kill.
I’m going where the Wind blow, preforming back stage in my show.
Firework a night time glow, move in to see and watch the pro.