my bag is packed

I’m off on the road again

Where I feel fine

I used to drive around a lot

I was an anxious guy

a week or 2 in the sand

I gotta fix my tan

“ what color is that man ? “

they always like to ask

“ Thou must knoweth my Shade?
then Thou must look to the Past . “

im screwed no matter what happens

hmm

If I had to talk to Trump what would I say

I really don’t want us to do a Race War

and I wanna make money making music while there’s still daylight and tree’s or whatever

both sides

no more race

unless its’ artistic or funny or ensightful