100 years and running,
And nothing seems to stop the tears from coming.
Trapped inside a cage built of bone, held together
By rage, and something love like.
Near and dear to spirit, I hear it, it whispers in the
Conscience, not a complimentary voice,
It breaks me down and tells me lies so vicious.
Im not like I used to be.
In hind sight, the misery manipulated my life.
Twilight twinkling, representing my stripes, along the journey
Earned in a fight like, battle to regain what was lost,
In the Mai-Tai cocktail of my 20's.
In bright bright lights shown across the screen freely,
Just so some souls could avoid the same deities.
Devils and demons, Angels and healings, rebels and
Reasons, exposing the changing of seasons,
A mangy hound, to the best in show.
The skull can be a prison, if just one kid listens,
Then 100 years is worth every sentence, Im on life row
Sentenced to a century
Starting through the bars glaring hard at the sentry
Guarding every scar with a heart feeling empty
Poppi was a star burning gars full of sensi
Mentally
Reminiscing how he used to stash that
In a white hatchback
Now that money's rare like a pro white halfback
Didn't kill a soul but the system sent him Amtrak
Chance of appeal looking lean like lamb fat
Prison yard sun rays Sunday to Sunday
What he miss is moonlight
Product of a goons life
Howling at the nothing in the sky away from eye sight
Raisin in the sun nothing left ahead but hindsight
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39 in this height climb
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Light for a lifetime
Some wrinkles in that
Quiet the mind
Silence the tongue, that's young
61 more trips around the sun 'fore we done
Make it last forever they sang
Then the rain came down turned pleasure to pain
And some couldn't stay sane
They'd run from pillar to post
Even chose to kill they own brains
Or make others feel the strain
Brothers from the same mother ranged
Bipolar to hi roller
Pharmaceuticals for my beautifuls in a stroller
That ain't worth the money
Get the power from the solar
Hit em with the honey
And the natural soul
Show em love, blow em kisses, grow em grub
Need no lifejacket, I can float the tub
In August 63 Earl stood with King, Junior
Pain in his past he dreamed for the future
In 92 he stood with King, Rodney
Trying to leave a better world for his progeny
Living room TV in 63
Saw JFK slumped over in his seat
Hospital bed TV in 08
Watched 44 carry 28 states
The same states that viewed Earl as a heathen
He turned around and shot guns for they freedom
World War II lucky to come back
In 91 he lost a son in Iraq
Enough to make the old man's blood boil
Earl bled for freedom, his son bled for oil
In his belongings cassettes by P.E.
Reminded Earl of the protest songs by Stevie
When Earl was young they lynched kids in the streets
But now the Klan wears Blue not sheets cus...