Shuttle me to chapel street
Tackle my desire to trade in eternity
For bad decisions
Baltimore city drowns in ports of poor
Drinking but never quenched
Eating yet having room for more
The bank of nationwide luck is closed
But the bar stays open all the time
Take out on the corner for a dream
And I know she’s down to buy
But the tax on freedom is a little extra
And I’m on the wrong pay cycle
Knees Sam Bradford, can hardly stick around
There’s apartments galore
Yet few homes in this town
The church asks for money
The pastor asks for money
The stripper asks for money
The president asks for money
Is there no one who loves for who we are
And doesn’t attach a price tag to breath?
The perks of those Stars and Stripes
The cunning of Ford and Toyota
Death machines
Not in service, the marvel of America fails again
State law is just a bandaid
Remove humanity, remove the sin
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Powerful words shared by a talented writer.
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Thank you John
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You are welcome Devereaux.
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I agree my friend. Powerful and worthwhile words shared. I enjoyed them.
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Thanks 😁
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You are welcome my friend.
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