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Trip On, Trip Up
Walk before you speak. Lend your voice that seek. Foot forward and back. So will that be a fact. Gone by and be well. Trip up and put into a cell. Got no one to talk to. I want a phone call to sue. When I wake from my slumber. I wish not to be hit by lumber. Going to become a dreamer. I hope that I do not become a screamer. I got new shoes. With colorful strings that are loose. I am slow on tying them. I feel they are harder than stem. String are not new. They smell pew. I walk once again to journey. That means I need some money. Trip up again with meaningless acts. Walking with out trust that lacks. Shamefulness I speak. I go behind a tree to leak. I have no home set in stone. Wheeling and dealing always alone. Since I was a child that was left on the street. I became a street beat. Strolling with confidence to day. Making my way. Some law men stop me. I was so out of it that they can see. They thought I was on drugs. I was really itching bugs. Stumbling because I have not eaten. So they grab me and I got beaten. They finally found me innocent. So I told them to get bent. I was a good citizen with high hopes. The society today thinks I am on dopes. Can I be help with no pain. Will they put me some were I will gain. So I was put into a helpful place. I was then able to eat and say grace. Some crazy person came in and started shooting. So people ran and started looting. Cannot get away from bad luck. Sure enough I feel so stuck. Knowing that I was fleeing. I became worth not seeing. I lay there my time just feeling has pass. Losing my mind and running out of gas. Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak. A life time that I wanted to seek. Found myself in a bed. Down to nothing I was shed. A person with white clothes that said your in luck. You survived and now you owe some buck. So sad not really glad. Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad. Time really passes I just want to walk. To see my kid to talk. Why did he do what he did. Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid. So I have turn to a life time of crime. Dad do not give me your time. Because when we talked long ago. You just left home with all the doe. Hope you have a good life. Because mom had been a good wife. Now it is your turn. So you can walk into the fire and burn. With out a doubt you will walk away. Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay. Now dad keep your love. Because I seek my mother above. You will be chain. Down you go insane.
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