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Rroma Roam! Roam Rroma
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Rroma Roam! Roam Rroma As a weaver spins thread Lets spin our feet thread ahead steady and as one Brother, sisters uncles and aunties, and cousins and my My Family a gallant in red silk shirts ear rings in sin a yellow Bandanna tied wrapped around our heads A flowered covered vest on my chests bright Skin on our legs and and skin boots fitting well to boost A boisterous and well said and a gallant fine and bright With lucky charms and rings all over to protect ear rings in dangle Spirited and spontaneous and not sane any more None of us Fuck what the world thinks they, them, those who are not Us we cared to much and look We re all insane from them in the end every last one of us who are not them and they but us seperated and they cast us of to the the road in the wayside Like raggedy Ann dolls lifeless and a strewn laid and left with no bones in us they ate that which supports Raggedy Ann ed We became what we said we d never become Just like them and now we done Slanted and warped it all hurts its from where we go we leave its where we came that is where we went in the bent they where THE PART and in my baj i lost my brain IF you see me it will be a gypsy frAYED scaved i payed im now crazed HALF dazed i exscaped they this Gypsy escape being a slave No one cares about us no to them we re just thieves when they take everything from us No white men in the north to come to save Us No secrete rail road for even just are little ones And we cave as slaves this day this day this second no one coming from the north to wipe our tears to do anything grandiloquent words slured and whips and chains but those of us free it what we deserve they think those of us that ran away from them got out of their chains it creates a lifting of our souls Run Run from them infatuated am i foolish and naive as well as agitated to nothing our Or concerned about our blood the pain they dont think we feel hear us squeel nothing is right for us here no where in this whole world the most hated race on this globe Our Forefathers the ones that walked before us now lay beneath our feet to be blown away in the wind wuithout trace or rememberance the the dust of our souls we kick up everywhere we go The ones that shall walk after us are no bigger than the smallest mustard seed smaller than the atoms they havent sprung from Mother yet havent breathed yet Yet they should start running now from this our fate Run away from them like us They hate us because we all are the to the oldest one We re Mother sons her daughters no wheres safe pray to our god to her like this we love you Mmah Ssah Llah so its up to us to find a place in time to hold as our own to mold a place to be a place that we need a place to be everything we need in a place we need that place to be a place for our to run free to a place that we can be unchained Where you can be you and me i can be me A place where its safe We re we re free Its here where i stand that i call to the land this place where i stand in yell i call out in shout Hands up tr-awards the sun Scream Please Save us It says back in my heart where i hear it Run The land back at me back to us said let you be be be free go flee so let our our hearts have rest in sprint as we go the land under our feet is on our side and cries for us and our feet will show us our home we re ever we go as we run from them So roam far and vast and everywhere we go we ll find a place to rest in peace and sleep For every turn around every corner will be the door knob to my home the home of travelers that<b> traveled </font></b>everywhere and never really left home every where they we go we our in are house Step ahead for your bed for your comfort against the wind where ever we go it a home a home for us Our home is right there for your need so just step ahead and never be lost or worried Because your always be home your safe like me A haven for our heads our palace our fort is always ahead of our feet So roam on no-man across the sands dunes and seas and mountain peeks and knolls of snowy hill sides stride across mud FLATS and over leafs Roam through parries and valleys and gorges that goes down slopes of the champs and over the cliff sides in sledge sliding down at 90 mph in 90 per hour slides down pass scruffy bushy ways of tuffs of thorns of demon horns and strut rough through woods its safe there for us to cross and by creeks and rivers to your knees wet and over rocky paths under moon and under the forest trees under the canopy lets your feet crackle the litter floor there Roam no-men roam on Dont forget to pray for me your brother Me called "sharkmeat" in their teeth my rings power protect me they forget to chew so far and know you just arrived at home where ever you go gone come step to stopped to rest Rroma Roam and see everything that needs to be seen as a free man Your heart will guild you there and back again To your lair where you keep all your cares And where you hang all your tears YOU THERE!     |
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