Monroe Dispatch - No Struggle, No Progress



February 13, 2020


Copyright 2012 By; "THE PO' FOLK'S POET",

The doctor has left the room, now you are beset with gloom, because he threw his hands in the air

He ran all his tests, emptied his medicine chest, said my train ain’t going nowhere.

Blood pressure done dropped, but this ain’t my last stop, I have one more trip to take

I am about to take a ride, way up in the skies, beyond the outer space.

I was wrapped up within, a suit of flesh, bones and skin, that will turn back to dust when they put it in the ground

My spirit and my soul, is the part that God controls, and I k...

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