Who’s woods these are I think I know his house is in the village though He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow That’s Robert frost Got nails in my hands like Jesus on the cross All those night in bed where I would turn and toss Please don’t make me feel this loss My life is so spicy I don’t need more hot sauce And guess what time is I guess it’s time I guess it’s his The only thing I need is wis-dom People at the top fight for bread at bottom they fight for crumbs Bet Ol mr frost didn’t say that in one of his poems huh? Hay? Lift your head up cause it’s a new day you ain’t black or white cause you in the area of grey and that okay. And I got this not in my neck All these though feelings got to keep them in check, all this stupid dumb shit got me down and I’m wrecked And it’s a beautiful end Light is around the bend I really can’t tend to you right now How how