they say hit like when you see it
I see it all the time and hate what
I see every body wanna jump on
the band wagon it's too many on
it, that's why the wheels dragging
if I were allergic to lies like some
folks are allergic to peanuts, I'd be
dead and gone by now home by now
looking down at what's going on
by now I'm an introvert step back
you won't get hurt it's not a warning
it's an alert stick my head in dirt
to feel my roots sounds like marching
I hear the boots walking some
chatter some talking some clanks
some rattles they'll be coming no
shackles feet burning tired from
the journey so many miles traveled
so many light years ahead of space
rising up one and all from the dead
they'll come a day when there will
be empty graves lands where our
fathers died what on earth made the
Pilgrims cry it's mind boggling I
don't know why one should believe
all that jive typed on pages through
out the ages of time if everyone has
an opinion so please allow me mine