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Reverse The Curse They Tried To Ascribe To You
Reverse the curse they tried to ascribe to you,
Started from birth felt in the sinew.
It can always be worst,
Search Darfur on yahoo.
Burning times, burning signs.
Count a poor man rich if he find a rusty dime,
Until the tax man take that away too.
Turning unkind, burned out in the prime of life.
Count it a blessings if passion
still has us crying from the burning spice.
The burning spice the cold ice in the hot sun,
They track the going,
see what man's dirty hands have spun.
Spun, a web of lies, frail hands
and well tapped out eyes.
Hide out dried out no more tears
because there aren't anymore cries.
Reality cries out.
And say,
Reverse the curse they tried to ascribe to you,
Started from birth felt in the sinew.
It can be worst,
Search Darfur on yahoo.
Overdue fines, takeover crimes.
Count a poor man rich if he's allowed time.
Until cruel hearts take that away too.
Mission undefined, secret of the mind,
Slimy rice.
We count it a blessing when our pockets don't turn rebellious
when we hear the store's price.
Store prices, pocket sacrifices.
Reality cries out.
And say,
Reverse the curse they tried to ascribe to you,
Started from birth felt in the sinew.
Copyrights 2019
Robert Anthony James
Started from birth felt in the sinew.
It can always be worst,
Search Darfur on yahoo.
Burning times, burning signs.
Count a poor man rich if he find a rusty dime,
Until the tax man take that away too.
Turning unkind, burned out in the prime of life.
Count it a blessings if passion
still has us crying from the burning spice.
The burning spice the cold ice in the hot sun,
They track the going,
see what man's dirty hands have spun.
Spun, a web of lies, frail hands
and well tapped out eyes.
Hide out dried out no more tears
because there aren't anymore cries.
Reality cries out.
And say,
Reverse the curse they tried to ascribe to you,
Started from birth felt in the sinew.
It can be worst,
Search Darfur on yahoo.
Overdue fines, takeover crimes.
Count a poor man rich if he's allowed time.
Until cruel hearts take that away too.
Mission undefined, secret of the mind,
Slimy rice.
We count it a blessing when our pockets don't turn rebellious
when we hear the store's price.
Store prices, pocket sacrifices.
Reality cries out.
And say,
Reverse the curse they tried to ascribe to you,
Started from birth felt in the sinew.
Copyrights 2019
Robert Anthony James
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Reverse The Curse They Tried To Ascribe To You
Reverse The Curse They Tried To Ascribe To You