Disasters tangles better luck than none
Chances mistaken no discretion for some
Buzzards gotta eat as so to worms
dying on the road of tears as the white man seeks up behind me again
Change only as the sun hide and the moon enlighten
Surrender to give in order to receive
Though is better to give than receive
Look for good to come though patience is a virtue
Real slow like molasses in the winter time
Clouds in the sky floating like dreams in the mind
Taken to be scarce entitled to much in return for nothing
Sorrows