Nature's Here
I got a dollar in my pocket
I'm in the jaws of poverty
This is true
I might be crazy
But I don't know what to do.
I'm in the cradle of SOCRATES
Help me please
You know how I feel I'm not at ease
Honey, sugar please only when I bleed
Come on we should go somewhere
And taste the weather
I need to walk on nature's chest
Pull the grass and see what it's
Made of, nature's here, babe
Nature's here
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2020
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