Man on a Mission

On the move from one place to the next

Trying to make his first million from his family he turned astray

From the poor house he called out with an outcry

NOTHING in life comes for free when there is always a debt to pay

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He asked for a nightmare he woke up too... dear sir may you please make the dream come alive?

He asked for more than he bargained ... he's worth more dead than he is alive...

Some people die at 25 and don't get buried until their old...

Charged with crimes of humanity ... in denial of the soul he sold...

Spirit world debt settlement ... he runs from the justice the good Lord served...

We can run but we can't hide... we all get what we deserve...

Murders for freedom of a man on a mission

... his thoughts ate his flesh like a group of vultures stocking the dead in the desert heat...

The mirage looks so pretty at the edge of the horizon... the fresh water he never found...

Drifting off into a better head space... coming back around...

Swift kick forward to bounce him out of despair... 

He thought to himself "isn't that nice that somebody cares" ...

Then the people crowded around like vultures swarming around the dead...

His last show he Shawn like diamonds like the reflection off the wind on after dawn... and he asked indirectly as his silent expression spoke louder than his words "why have they forsaken me?" " where have I gone wrong?"