Buddy was a beggar.
There was no doubt.
But even poor Buddy had limited clout.
But limited clout in one spot
Burn shit like a thick glass.
Better to not let this pass
That limited clout ain’t limited.
Get that shit right out your head.
Stop livin’ life by avoiding death.
Hang those fears by a knotted bless.
Fears ain’t helping this goddamm mess.
We gotta swim for shore.
Buddy didn’t hafta hear more.
He headed the right way
But the current, it says
Buddy ain’t going nowhere.
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