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there must be a place
that exist a place that's
better than this place
I don't know everything
I do know we all want to
go to a better place then
this place this place is
out of order it's something
swimming in our water
evaporating in the air
we breathe this place
is a place to grieve
over losing each other
brother sister father
mother brung down
so low going under
ain't too far to go
made from clay ain't
nothing but dough
putty in th hands of
man gone against the
grain we hurt but we
no longer feel pain
I'm so glad Billie sang
her song we can hear
it now close our eyes
and see strange fruit
swaying on them tree's
off them knees on two
feet hands raised high
to the beam staring the
flame in the eye of the
storm passing in the
night it's gone be alright
after looking death in the
face ain't nothing to fear
down here in this place
