Before, I die
I wish to cry
not tears of saddness, oh no
but tears of fullment and joy
before, I die
I will walk this earth with no burdens of a lie
I will walk this desert, my spirit soaring high
I live in the Garden of Eden
while I drink the forbidden nectar
from under the whiskey bottle I can see a picture
a moment frozen in time
a history in single lines
Before I go, Before I die
my life can be sought through my writing
my poetry worth criticizing
a beautiful life worth realizing
so before I am burried and gone
let me pass this tangent along
"Where life is to cruel and short,
and violence takes to the fort, why wallow in self-pitty
take to the streets and march on the city
the politically corrupt voice, will have but only one choice
against the angry blood-thirsty mass
ideas, hopes, and emotional lust so vast
unless we learn we will repeat the mistakes of the past
Live your life, grasp your freedom
only then will you find your heavenly Kingdom"