danistrulytheman

I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!


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I met my maker I made him cry

Step off the train all alone at dawn
Back into the hole where I was born
The sun in the sky never raised an eye to me
The blood on the tracks, and they must be mine
The fool on the hill, and I feel fine
Don’t look back ’cause you know what you might see
Look into the wall of my mind’s eye
I think I know, but I don’t know why
The questions are the answers you might need
Coming in a mess, going out in style
I ain’t good-looking, but I’m someone’s child
No one can give me the air that’s mine to breathe
I met my maker
I made him cry
And on my shoulder he asked me why
His people won’t fly through the storm
I said, “Listen up man, they don’t even know you’re born”
All my people right here, right now
D’you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah
All my people right here, right now
D’you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah
All my people right here, right now
D’you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


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I met my maker I made him cry

All my people right here, right now
D’You Know What I Mean?