Text: M.I.A.. Maya. Story Told.

I licked envelopes
wrote a letter to the pope
he nerver gave me Rope
in the times I couldn't cope

They cleaned up the dope
and censored my scope
the writin on the walls
been beaten to a pulp
the writin on the walls
been beaten to a pulp
all ever wanted was my story to be told

I never got struck by soMin in my core
I never took back that joint i rolled
What happens now to the truth I told
Do they all roll over and die in the cold
all ever wanted was my story to be told

A skate board rolled, a lighting bolt,
droppin on em
but it ainttheir fault
maybe I am floored
but it needs to be told
all ever wanted was my story to be told

(Merci a Amita pour cettes paroles)