Gypsy Poem by Dorsey Baker

Gypsy the demons
They've got you on the run
And there just ain't no peace
For you
Nowhere to be found

Your feet begin to burn
Your blood begin to boil
Your heart begin to pound
Gypsy the demons
They've got you on the run

And there just ain't no peace
Nowhere for you
To be found

You spit out your venum
In the dirt
And the ground
It turns black
Freedom is standing
Right in front of you
But ain't nobody
Got your back

Gypsy the demons theyve
Got you on the run
And there just ain't no peace
Nowhere for you to be found!