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street roots Aug. 17, 2012 Sober By Michael Vance The twisted look on my face Is the words I don’t know how to say The tears that roll down my face Are prayers I forgot to say The intensity of my stare Is proof that I still care The rain assaults my face The wind will plead my case My heart pounds in my throat And that’s what floats my boat Some people call me nuts Some people hate my guts The Lord is by my side I have no need to hide I made it through the day They can’t take that away I still can’t get it right But I won’t quit the fight I put the bottle down Cause I’m not gonna drown This is what I pray Lord grant me one more day! B Y J O N A T H A N C O R N E L IS O N VOODOO DOUGHNUT The magic is in the hole. Don’t miss a single issue! Visit our web site at www.streetroots.org, friend us on Facebook or follow us on Twitter to get regular updates.
