Brother

By Andy Copeland

 

Busted rhymes, busted times

I’ll bust your face

and then you, mine

We can’t escape, can’t accept

The sticks still sing

When there’s no song left

Run with me, run with me

Hands held tightly

We can be free

Free to show, free to go

I’m right here for you

Just so you know

 

May 2013

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