Hard times taught me how to walk.
Toes of my feet grew sore, slowing my climbing
But since the sacred duty of progression
Kept fondling my ear I had to keep going.
...
I know that as I huddle in this dingy corner
weeping over spilt honey
some gloat at me
...
I rush into your arms
for vibrations of warmth and comfort
I turn my back to go my way
...
I try to strike a relationship
with you
The next thing you approach my wife
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Jail was land of my sojourn
for a decade
Now out of it all
...
I see a moon in my uncle' house, when he sits alone
repairing a pair of his brown boots
And it tells one
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