Biscuits and Gravy
I once stood by a porch,
Hands tied behind my back,
And told a tale of when my freedom laid bare,
Not that you'd care,
But I heard it in the effervescence of the metronome,
A calling out to be,
Never free.
I once stood by a porch,
Hands tied behind my back,
And told a tale of when my freedom laid bare,
Not that you'd care,
But I heard it in the effervescence of the metronome,
A calling out to be,
Never free.
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