Friday, December 25, 2009

Soul Gravy

Soul gravy you better listen to me!

Soul gravy you better let me be!

Soul gravy you're my momma.

I once woke up in an African village. Flies buzzing around my sweaty face. I just laid there telling myself it was only a dream. Because when I went to sleep I was not in an African village. Weird.

Soul gravy you better listen to me!

Soul gravy you better let me be!

Soul gravy you're my momma.

Come one come all to the fabulous Wesley Manor. Where no one is ever alone. What's that I hear in the distance? A horrible ghost? You betcha!

Soul gravy you better listen to me!

Soul gravy you better let me be!

Soul gravy you're my momma.

Living in the Army keeps me on my toes. Not like a ballerina. Like someone who could get shot any second. You know what I mean? Here let me show you.