Bed Sores

In satellite places if they could run it wack they wood,

Repeating the laws that made their team good,

Fracturing the poor, lame lit kids,

Unaware of the room in which they did,

Bless you to the right man for the job,

Exposing you to the half of his door knob,

Slavery existed when the language was unknown,

Deep in another culture developed by throne,

The race exist to point the right direction,

But few take hold of this vitall lesson,

Because of the power you have one life left,

After life is dominion for the cards U dealt.