Ritin da Wrongs

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.