Heathen’s Heaven The Oracle in me is screamin’ how don’t they see what I’m seeing? I may not be much more than a filthy heathen But I’ve seen my share of people stop breathin’ So, waitin’ on sixty-five to start livin’ life May be cool with you, but to me, it don’t feel right Heaven’s …
Sweet Sunday Sweet Sunday Smells Breakfast cookin’ in the kitchen Got a little wild last night Liquid IV and vitamin B Keepin’ the hangover headache at bay Smilin’ bright Smell of coffee in the air Coffee in a cup, now we’re up We’ve started the day Sweet Sunday Smells With the Fam-il-ay Wonder what fun …
Two Stranger Two strangers passing in the street changed the world when they happened to meet I’ll be twice the father ’cause of my absence of one holding our new daughters and sons old cycles we’ve seen are becoming undone How many paths altered for the rest of time? because in a brief moment in time …
Open Season over budget ’cause of underfunding people camping in the street hunters’ hunting just to eat gun with no bullets what’s the reason? we all know, but pretend to not see it walking around like it’s not open season Originally Written 07. June. 2022. Josef Camacho
When the Birds Stop Singin’ Kill me where I stand won’t kneel or bow to another man die on my feet before I live on my knees full circle, cypher three hundred sixty degrees going, going, gone beginning, middle, end to every song tryin’ is the only way to avoid doin’ wrong get up …
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