Something In The Gravy

CATEGORY

life

you can't pay me nor persuade me to change sides I've been over here all my life I plan to be here when I die I am loyal to cause answered when I heard the call bounce back from a fall war wounds for days hit not grazed those were the days games people play caught in a maze amazing grace how sweet the sound to hear grandma singing in the kitchen whipping up some biscuits my how I miss this everything homemade now it's instant how I miss the taste taking shots trying to chase blues away like a blood on a crip who slipped hope bro get away tired of all the murdering I'm a season veteran done a lot of wartime standing on the front line for a long time been losing my mind need a neurologist CT scan my brain an a anesthesiologist to help me stand the pain work so hard hope it's not in vain out here risking life trying to gain to bring home some grain paint for change cry on canvas everyday can't put the drop cloth away like the pen got too much to say got me too many houses to paint