Friday, June 26, 2009

RANDOM THOUGHTS

You can take this with a grain of salt
Money is the only thing I trust
It's not my
fault I was born black and into proverty
In a city cold and void of mercy
I stare into
the mirror and I don't like what I see
So
black and so distant oh lord is that me
Will I ever see my mother again,
in heaven
she's flying free
Sometimes I dream of her
all dressed in white,
with beautiful white wings
so free
The only women that always loved me
unconditionally
Maybe in God I should trust,
instead of the money I always lust
And maybe
there will be room in heaven for me, flying free
my mother and me

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