Just a weary child trying to get a smile
Off the faces of people who don't want to trade places
With Me see I'm the epitome to insanity in a world where everybody hates me
Consciousness gets frowned on but ignorance gets praised upon
Many hills of happiness the elitist are full of this
Tells and tells of ghostly tales demi gods walking around in egg shells
Hard to tell where can i find a place where my soul can dwell well?
I got a banjo a chair body straight and feet to the floor
Looking up in the sky I see a mighty bright eyes
Flashing down at me in my mentality
And soft cold image touches my hand
Gives me the tune to play
Sound like racket to the neighbors
But in my mind sounds okay
Day and night of punching my fingers to a string
A got the tune but just can't find words to sing
Then I got the ring I my cells answered then I was registered
With the gift of a musician Delta blues was born
Out the eye of the storms standing at the Portals of 61 and 49
Four-way intersection just a dirt road in sight
A dark gloomy figure clenched my soul tight
Luminous and bright it was the Devil's
Presence  
Honoring me a contract around the 3 am in the  night