Arriving in a July rain
Was born the future bard Jax Reed
Raised in the fields of sugar cane
As a young teen he jumped a train
Seemed destined to do ***** deeds
Arriving in a July rain
Yet in prison he found his brain
Thinking about his life’s creed
Raised in the fields of sugar cane
As an old man he seemed quite sane
He started riding a white steed
Arriving in a July rain
His stories lived through his son Bane
A legacy that left good seed
Arriving in a July rain
Raised in the fields of sugar cane
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Arriving in a July rain
Was born the future bard Jax Reed
Raised in the fields of sugar cane
As a young teen he jumped a train
Seemed destined to do ***** deeds
Arriving in a July rain
Yet in prison he found his brain
Thinking about his life’s creed
Raised in the fields of sugar cane
As an old man he seemed quite sane
He started riding a white steed
Arriving in a July rain
His stories lived through his son Bane
A legacy that left good seed
Arriving in a July rain
Raised in the fields of sugar cane
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