Until my ink from my pen doesn't spill
what i think to bring out my tale that i send
i will tell you i do thank you still
for everything and all i am
cuz i feel i have found a plan to prevail
now i understand my field
and how i can expand my trails with no helpin hand
cuz i cannot bail, no, i would rather build
than be damned for real by scams that won't yield
so i'll never again deal with Uncle Sam
who steals our land, our friends
our family and our hands from the wheel
so man just let me heal cuz i can't stand the deal
i need some fans to sail these winds God wields
before it ends, my world, when my sins are healed
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