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if the train leaves the station I'm not on it call ahead tell 'em I'm not coming it's been a change of plan It's out of my hands please understand if the plain lands and I'm not on flight don't worry coz, I'm alright tired & sick of losing sh!t need a sharp knife to cut the grief still no more tears like baby shampoo have to do it like no one can the way only I can do doing it my way like Frank used to say back in the day may he rest in peace to say the least take what's in my thoughts & my heart write it down and it turns to art many waters to cross so they part for my ancestors to come across and impart their wisdom unto me like old time religion calling me back to my roots and past heavy on me like a body cast keeping me grounded yet light on my feet levelheaded twisted up dreaded underneath and faded on the sides a fitted cap bib turned to the back in case thunder clap and the empire strikes back