My pride lies in an old bedroll
My life waits in a tin can
In cage beside it sits my soul
I should have run but I never ran
I went down to the old crossroads
In the dust I found signed my name
I won a life alone and cold
My destination was freedom but I never came
My talents wasted, my prayers ignored
all because of my pride
so don't be like me: willing and bored
your pain will never subside
Despite all this I continue to fight
For reasons varying in nature
But it will always be for what is right
Even if my disease has no cure
Bury me on that old rose hill
Overlooking the train tracks
Beside two like me that lay silent and still
Let me lay down with no monkeys on my back
These words I say for you today
They are my confessions
Though they don't make me feel proud they help me in a way
Let them be written over my 6-foot recession