now here i sit

broken hearted,

did paid my dime


an only



as i do waste my money

begging doesn’t

cross my honest mind,

can we be wasting our time…


in our search, to gain freedom

within are

music rhythm an rhyme

they’re running

out of their time

their life must be

honestly doom…


toad the hard devil


sir, when ask for that shot

do your men listen

dead eye an quick…

Or am i the

only ghost in Natures
honest wind….








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