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Brain Storm
It was a fine day as I gaze to the sky Such wind, hits me right in the eye As I waltz right into a spin in of life Since nothing is new under the sun I might as well give it a good fight Would I? would I? I remember like it was yesterday That old news of funk He walks in as if the newly ones Were just a hit for fun, year by year The looks, the posture, the pose As I spent timely time with such men O, times spent, what times of tears of cold That is when...brain storm had intervene from Anger, anguish, anthology of agony from a stone Brain storm had stormed in some plead for vengence Would I? would I? I remember... That old news of funk He walks the walks of a collar shirt and tie and, With pants that is as black as an African Bus Boycott of the Whites Back in 1955... The jacket that stands ready and firm to speak I shall ignore his words of bleak Until his heart melts down in tears, longing for a pardon I stand ready to forgive, and year by year, wouldn't he? Trying to quit the thought life of such dazzling strife I, I remember how hard for it to have been remitted My mind, my soul, my conscience, my spirit That old news of funk I'm praying the prayer I once made Asking my heavenly Father to calm the storm Brain storm...
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