In Backwater
In Backwaters my ancestors lives
In Backwaters was I conceived
In Backwaters was I born
In Backwaters was I raised
In Backwaters did I grew
In Backwaters I played
In Backwaters I worked
In Backwaters still living and giving.
I am moving on with the lazy current of times
In Backwaters,the funk come alongs with it is too funky
Leaving this Backwater Town of mine for the Frontwater City far off
where I can find myself living the live I want to live
Is this too much to ask,if I am trying to go off to better myself and my lot in
this life?
I must keep treading around this backwater home of ours in an effort
to move to my far away frontwater home of ours...
My family,My Wife,My Children are there....but they will not get there
before me anytime.
The Fresh Frontwaters is calling out to me saying come Nathan
Your place in the sun is with us.
We will not drown you,we are under the command of the Master of the Sea.
....He is the Living Water,Water of Life he is.
The waterdog is hearing the voices of waters....
In Backwaters...I will escape never to live again...only ruturning to visit.
In Frontwaters will I live and see the end with my wife and kids
When I get there,my losses will vanish within my winnings,God willing
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