My weakness kept me weak
My strength took me away
Kept awake in the wake
Of the prospect of
Final distress
Take a rest
Do your
Best
Take up
Your bags
And pullout
Take a ride to the
Next station, owing
Nothing in your evolution
Be unafraid, make the best
Everything is good soul food
May not make it through the night
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