There is no belonging so beloved
it can't be given away
There is no belief so blessed
it can't be driven away
The limbs may be in shackles
The binds may buckle the knees
But the mind on its travels
spans seconds to centuries,
soaring on the thermals
from ghettos to galaxies *
* "ghettos to galaxies" borrowed from a verse on the GangStarr track, Next Time
it can't be given away
There is no belief so blessed
it can't be driven away
The limbs may be in shackles
The binds may buckle the knees
But the mind on its travels
spans seconds to centuries,
soaring on the thermals
from ghettos to galaxies *
* "ghettos to galaxies" borrowed from a verse on the GangStarr track, Next Time
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