In a moment, to the THIRD REICH, I was teleported Back, back, with those words I was ESCORTED Musical when it was said, the tone of the ranting, to the blind, euphoric Sounded familiar and almost historic… All of a sudden, it was tightened, the NOOSE Us being friends had me think’n, it was at least kind of loose My lungs where filled with second hand Genocide In my mind: ‘No! U can’t say that just cuz we chill side by side’ With a CROW still throwing ‘THE FIRST ROCKS’ at me: ‘my friend, where was your logic?’ Later on, to The Man on THE CROSS I PRAYED Distracted and with my lungs still lethargic, BURNING CROSSES came at play I thought that JIM was looked down on today due to history Drinking milk, that same night on the TRAIN, CATTLE were on the CARTS Imagery? Why were those words said? To me a mystery? To my friend, I will teach and preach, if I have the time Hopefully with a serious face and the goal in mind And hopefully in the end without there being strife Now and not at the fall of my friend’s life It’ll be seen, that the fair sun smiles at all leaves, yellow red brown black burgundy They all lovingly levitate off from the same frolicsome tree