South of Mason-Dixon line old South seeks to rise.. think to turn back time in years.. bootleggers
What I choose only has one side.. it is called peace.. it is called living rights..
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.
Came from woods down dirt paths nature never lies.. conspiracy to exploit thee.. control is on the
'I have been looking for something a little different'..
rise.. seen from on high.. down low.. every sense of man.. tells a constant true.. mankind can understand..
down a traveled highway.. into city slum.. every rabbit habit.. substance heroin to gum.. just to rob a neighbor.. folks can you just see?.. mankind keeps robbing and murder.. we will cease to be.. darkness followed in blues music.. attraction for a fool.. music yes.. life is pain.. expression art.. a tool.. shows what we knew as children.. darkness needs a light.. our existence life and happiness is worth a fight..
put away the weapons.. fire, stab no more.. every living in this world is fated and what’s more.. what you add in dream wishing.. add in your belief.. if it bleeds you missed true need.. offered no relief.. set forth greed and grief..
put your best forward.. wear your finest threads.. with a lover.. make love darling.. not ‘took her to bed’.. smile at those in torture.. whose mirror is fogged.. whether mansion living.. asleep in hollow logs.. all around is a sound.. one pleases the ear..
In bloody social cold my friends.. you win nothing with fear.. love life dear keep it near..
The only thing that makes me know we will survive is the indomitable spirit of mankind.. what drives me is knowing.. as we all know.. a peaceful road is easier.. faster.. and richer in every way.. Peace T.