Tell You a Story I Tell You My Struggles
For the starvation of the spirit I seek the wilderness,
For what is wisdom and unknown of the tree,
For the words that looms a man depth of a soul,
I ask forfeit as it may sound when may I speak,
For mount of a soul the descend of case off,
What is old spirit savaging left under the cold,
For when my turn comes to speak I say,
May one listen to how I speak and let the rest lay with leaves,
Young brother young brother no matter your race, color or creed,
You are my brother.
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