Grave words pt 2

What is the work for if nothing for show for

Been driven all your life just end up twice

In the dirt poor that ain't right struggle with

All might till my soul sore, but people kept

Talking stepped out and kept walking does

It matter though dodging all the bull as the

Matador with the red cape superhero as all

for one's good disciple hand on bible greatest

Enemy is you the human desire disease to

Compete to create energy atomically picked

Your bone clean been buried in fear and envy

Got ego to feast in plenty you slow evidently

Wasn't rich but wealthy is nothing you can tell

Me viewed since baby atop sycamore trees

No remorse lately I'm deaths melody sing you

Ready I say are you ready rocky to eternal

Silent night the winds are heavy grown into

Man can't hate to see fall you've met your

Grave fit your cradle and all