Paid by one,
Not by none,
It’s for my child,
Not for me thank you.
Standard way of thinking I don’t care,
Food is need on the table for all I dare,
People grow to become greedy is what I taught,
But people who can think are not something I caught.
I was brought up by blood of learning,
But questions to heart is pain,
There is nothing I have gained through life,
But the my child will hope to learn.
I was taught to never cross the line,
Learning that the line exist for those who will obey,
All I saw where never life’s greatest choice,
But in church I believe I cannot hear the voice.
At my youth I cared to change it all,
Growing up was a lie after all,
No one can see it coming,
Every is blind.
Hope to feed them all,
There all my kind.
~Rajah Dah Bass.