I am not the sham of slam I am not the crap of rap I am not art grant speakism And I'll never be any of that I am but a simple man With my blood and tears and sweat I don't compromise with seductive lies And I'm not too impressed with threats Give me truth and honesty Don't run it by slick and fast Face to face grace to grace Show me that love that'll last Neils 7:21 pm 10/26/2004
Let us gather our back packs and tools Let us hone our intelligence and skills Let us not be the useful idiot fools That as they lay in their beds are killed Let us rise up with the sun Let us stalk the night with the moon Let us our good works get done For soon we will be singing the Swords bloody tune Neils 4:53 am 06/15/2011
But there are no free shots
There are no free push arounds
Without somebody getting hurt
Somebody getting taken down
There are no free rides
There is no free beer
Eventually we pay for it
Even if it's with tears
There is no free gas
There is no free rock and roll
Somewhere somebody pays for it
Even if it's with part of their soul
Neils
9:52 am
08/31/2005
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transcribed this time
10:00 am
08/31/2005
posted by neilsthepoet @ 7:59 AM
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