South of Mason-Dixon line old South seeks to rise.. think to turn back time in years.. bootleggers
some inbreed KKK no surprise.. way folks are treated cry bloody founded tears..been on North Highways.. South just the same.. weather changes.. folks one at a time.. met a lot of good folks.. some good handdown minds.. others look like grandpa sucking lime.. comparisons made in mind shapes way one will feel.. about self in accepted money graces.. others put down for nothing but to make them glad.. they are poor whites.. think better than black faces..
and the political monkey grinds his organ.. telling folks how lucky they are.. dancing like a crab.. morgue down on a slab.. drive right to the bank in fancy cars.. everyone who knows who you are.. goes oooo.. ain’t he cool.. get money fool..
rich mother feels as poor mother.. child family blood never to turn.. mother hopes to give sis a brother.. it is about feeling.. not the money dealing.. sends the mothers stealing home..
ice runs in my veins in evil winds.. witches cursing over potted hell.. huddle close warm blood pumping in.. love to wash evil.. love to push evil.. make it nice take ice from my pipes.. bring back warm blood O pos type..
no matter way I been.. would go that way again.. time would make it new.. each little bit.. every soul has love.. peace inside my friend.. love will push evil into a pit..
Just for one second.. at midnight GMT.. would it be great.. if all who cared.. thought good love.. a second of good love eternal.. a force for good.. Peace T.
© AC.13.12.12.arr././

