Smokem peace pipe or not
I love this den cold or hot
The good, bad and ugly
Loving with words
right down my alley
Fighting with words
same goes for the tally
Everyone wants to be chief
Can't much blame them
earning it is in my belief
The years has gone by
I'm still here why
All I want to do is write
I could care less about
big chief might
I love to smokem peace pipe
and verse about all the hype
Time is always ripe
I don't have a yellow stripe
Be right here and I will not run
Full moon or dark sun
because I am poet one
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