[WHY I WRITE]
MUSIC Y'ALL
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I WAS BUT A CHILD PLAYING ON A DIRT ROAD IN GEORGIA WHEN MY BEST FRIEND WAS HIT BY A CAR, THE MAN WHO DID IT WAS DRUNK AND WHITE.
HE DIDNT DO A DAY IN JAIL.
I WAS BUT A CHILD WHEN MY FATHER TOOK ME TO SEE A PLAY, THE COLORS SO VIVID THAT I STILL SEE THEM TODAY.
THE BEACH, THE RAIN, A FIELD OF WATERMELONS WHERE WE HAD TO FIGHT THE HOGS TO GET THE BEST ONES.
GUNSHOTS IN THE NIGHT, CLASSICAL MUSIC IN THE DAY, CHILDREN WHO SEE SOMETHING FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME.
WOMEN WHO CRY AT THE ANGUISH OF RAISING A CHILD ALONE, MEN WHO STRUGGLE TO FIND THEIR PLACE.
A WEALTH OF INSPIRATION IN THE LIVING OF THIS LIFE.
I AM BUT A MAN WHO EATS OF THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE AND PASSES THE SEEDS IN THESE WORDS THAT FALL SO GRACEFULLY FROM THIS PEN.
I AM BUT A MAN WHO WANTS TO BE HEARD, PLEASE LISTEN TO MY WORDS.
AND I WRITE.
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