[FONT="][/FONT] there was a humble man named nirakar, who travelled away, way to far. away from family, away from reality to a place full of filth and vulgarity. he loved gettin high, and let his dreams all pass by, he got his ass drunk everyday, with hopes of actin in a Shakespeare's play. slowly but surely his evilness started goin' out of control he began to snort coke, his brain started to roll then one day, all of a sudden he said adios to all his crazy fun., ppl saw the changed nirakar was pretty awesome although he once had a dirty threesome. "i couldn't help it man", he said, "i had a strog sex drive", like a queen bee all alone in a bee hive. and as his name goes he got no shape that's the reason his wife got raped. in utter shock he started twistin his hair, prayed to shiva until he appeared. shiva then satifyingly said, "nirakar dont be afraid, eat your bread and grow your dread." Am I gonna die in this fuckin world? Living my life as a junkie dog. Am I gonna die in misery? Layin down cold on a gettho street. Am I gonna fly to the heaven up above? Or will I just be a member at the devil's club? Am I gonna be a forgotten song? Or will I be the guy too hard to learn? Yet I still got a lot of livin up to do, And so my fuckin folks what their son can do. We'll see, we'll see, my mama say, And to no surprise,………. It happens that day!