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Tasted Tears

The Words I haven't spoken... have held me back for many years,
And thoughts of blame and worry... for to many times I've tasted tears,
For a preacher tries to guild his flock... so many times i failed,
For i have looked up at an empty sky... to bring him back oh how I've wailed,

And now three days and counting... until Herman ratcliff lands on solid ground,
Should I become the man i set out for... 15 yrs ago that's still not found,
Am I lost in the abyss of misery , will this mind ever reach it's peace,
Or for this minds sake and principle with this man just reach for a peice,

Will i get mashed up like potatoes...even 2nd in command he got it wrong,
I just did the best I could...just out of reach reach to get it right he wished  for solid
ground,
It's not racial or racist to many eyes it seems to be...it's just the make up and break up
of a fictitious family to be,

But Herman you messed up when you crossed Bennett and olive and fate struck my brother
down...for I will smile upon the day they toss you corpse inside the ground,
I hope that right before you die that you see and remember me...that i'm the boy that
became a man in spite of what your young self has done to me,

Say kiss my butt to my mom one more time and see what happens to your seed...I'll erase
from the history books...and they won't remember nothing but me,
The east side Earegood boogie man will creep all through your life...down ever broken
corner you rome...the word irrelevant will personify your life,

I'm the man that's still a boy that tasted tears all through his life...that messed up a
million times in this messed up thing we called life,
I got my sympathies for you that I've seen that side of change...you didn't do anything
but get caught up you say your actions to you were strange,

No degree, no trade, just some years to degrade, your mind and soul you try to keep up but
inside you die...Oh how I wish you'd see these eyes,
No apologizing..no way to get out...what the fates have lined up for us theres no one to
hear you scream and shout....Michael Earegood II

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