Too many people about. Telling me what to do with myself. It's hard to get around. Walking on soft, soft ground. . Well they can say what they feel. 'Cause I'm completely foreign.
On morning shadows you were ill-spent. "It's time", you said, or is it time you went?. I tried so hard to leave you. I tried to sleep, the hours you keep.
Etty in the room a cry. Mama say she must wipe her eye. Papa say she no fi foolish. Like she never been to school at all. It is no wonder. It's a perfect pander.
Sitting here in limbo. But I know it won't be long. Sitting here in limbo. Like a bird without a song. . Well, they're. Putting up resistance. But I know that my faith.
I was doin' it when I was a colored boy of eight or nine or ten. I had never heard of Sigmund Freud but hell I was doin' it then. I was doin' it in my teenaged years when I was running the ghetto streets.
They got sisters and brothers,. fighting against one another,. they got dreams and schemes and build war machines. to try and outdo each other,. we got children that are starving but that don't bother them.