The Westward Way |
by R. Fitzgerld Nixon |
dark days dark ways black plays white maze all these colors i wish i were colorblind cause i don't want to hear yo' cheer am i glad you here? NAW! get out! they go' buy out yo' dream let the air out of my sail cut off my flow i'm go' reach in fo' mine grapes turned to wine ELEVATE YO' MIND pray for mo' time |