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Harvest is a child in handcuffs / I can’t let the rollers catch me / with empty pockets, riding blind

 

 

 

until my daddy comes

By Rudolph Lewis

 

I got to keep moving, clouds

all around me, far as I see

can you keep my company

 

I’ll cool your ice, chop

your log, lick your thighs

hellhounds on my trail

 

Madness toxic acid all in my

mind just passing time like

graveyard dust on spring trees

 

Harvest is a child in handcuffs

I can’t let the rollers catch me

with empty pockets, riding blind

 

I was born under a "Colored" sign

mother, father left me long ago

I'm jumping through keyholes

 

Lipstick and powder on my

tongue. It hurts to talk tough

with a knee in your back

 

They call it falling down

 

I got to keep moving, clouds

all around me, far as I see

can you keep my company

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