Whiskey Night
I got a belly full of whiskey
I got a puffed up liver and puffed up feathers too
I got a drum to dance to
I got owl in my spirit and i fly when i want to
I got rebel in my soul just like my grand-daddy do
I got a prayer to the Creator that i chant to
I got the high cheekbones and a nose like my dead ones do
Im living in a world that aint right, it aint mine
I hold my hands to the sky and i put my face in the earth
I ask my dead ones what i should do
I pour some whiskey on the ground for them too
I wont forget even if the world wants me to
-e.g.
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