We all know the story, all flesh and glory. Where yall come from all that love and happiness. Peace and soul? No, a man sneaking through your house with his hand on your throat. Looking for a higher place where I can sing yall, strip to my bare browness and dance till I fall over, face wet with how free _I_ am. I heard the baby crying, hungry and lonely with no place to belong. Mama running around all selfish like singing the same ol' song. Spittin at the man on the corner singin the blues. I'm searching for a higher place, where I can roll in the grass. Cry and shout to the top of my voice and hear my noises echo and shake. Must be from down south, skin soft and new, up north with their pretty brown soil and blue skies. Smellin like flowers I never smelled and lily breezes in somethin I call spring. I'm starving for that place, holdin out till I can see. My higher place over by the horizon where you can touch the clouds, I'm lookin for my higher place yall.Birth sign: Taurus
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