In da midst uf all da anger
i lubs u to bits
in middel of all stoopidity
u awoked my sleepsi hart
n mades it prickli n sensitif.
Mah deer, mah mate, mah long
lost lubs of da mountin,
mah hart iz brakin,
mah tongetiedness
evadsing da song.
Speeks 2 me pleez,
gives me n opning
n i will sing, i will
brings it to u slowli
wif mah left hand
open, mah rite hand
wrigthsening
de rongs.
12/05/2008
Ritin da Wrongs
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