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Revelation of Blue Persuasion
I guess I never knew
The hardness of my footsteps
Till I walked on sacred land.
Even then, I knew I wasn't
Old enough to feel ways about stuff.
I had to learn the real meaning
Of the sun's burn,
And had begun to feel many
Forms of red angry wraths,
Until I was told that
All I am, is a false assumption
And tried not to care
About the feet that never
Tread softly upon my shoulders.
I have begun to appreciate
The hardness in footsteps.
July 25, 2005
Suge
The hardness of my footsteps
Till I walked on sacred land.
Even then, I knew I wasn't
Old enough to feel ways about stuff.
I had to learn the real meaning
Of the sun's burn,
And had begun to feel many
Forms of red angry wraths,
Until I was told that
All I am, is a false assumption
And tried not to care
About the feet that never
Tread softly upon my shoulders.
I have begun to appreciate
The hardness in footsteps.
July 25, 2005
Suge
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Revelation of Blue Persuasion
Revelation of Blue Persuasion
