This is where I perch like a tired eagle
to ride over the dust of sober
this is where the legs brought a man like me
who got no cheddar for the seats of uber
This is the corridors of my pain
this is the path to spark my path to fame
this is my neighborhood
where I best feel the voices of brotherhood
I king here in the throne of my efforts
this is where I'll retrieve me if i ever seem lost
I quench here after the flaming daily plods
for this is where I wet thirst the foremost
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I think here beside the graves of my fathers
nodding to the tones of her singing bones
within her rhythms dwells my victory dance
this is where I wash the sands the salty sweats
I'm not a child to this land I'm a son
this is where my skin first plucked the sun
this is the place upon which I was born
let me alone to the shrines of the soils i was born
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