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1/26/04 Blurred vision
It's been too long since I first got down;
walked without a crown from birth to now,
but soon will be anointed,
tired of living disappointed;
working with people that's disgruntle,
they don't overstand that a brother
of my stature was born humble,
but my manner is mannish;
It's been a struggle from the beginning,
my people told me, but I refused to listen;
like the back of a milk carton, I'm missing;
wishing to be found by the hunt of the hounds
that constantly search for lost souls;
decomposed flesh is smothering breath,
it's hard to see cause this cataract
is blurring vision...
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