Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

September Winds

I just want to sit here
In the September winds
When the trauma hits
And I'm lost in brazen
Blue sky trying to figure
Out how I can help
Change this world into one
That doesn't leave me up
At night fearing for the lives
Of my family, friends and
Fellow dwellers of this planet.

September 1, 2007
Suge


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