I was born, begins the tale

Will I win or surely fail?

“Be yourself” was what they said

It left me lonely, cold and dead

Dreaming big was a huge mistake

Tooting my horn–such a fake

Charity begins in the home, you see

The family is everything–all to me

“Don’t trust strangers” was the plan

Made me blind to my fellow man

“Don’t be weird”–people will talk

Stand real tall when you walk

A man is a man, a woman is a mother

Stick with your skin, avoid the other

Black is black and white is right

Don’t take that shit–stand and fight

Believe in God once a week

Say the words but don’t be meek

Cheat if you must but keep the trust

Sin when you’re down but far from town

Smile at them you know real well

Accept the neighbors, send the rest to hell

America is good–right or wrong

Honk and cuss, don’t wait too long

Be slow to try the newer ways

Be normal and proud all your days

Find your hate and press it down

Create a face, your personal frown

Be thankful for what you’ve got

But always know it’s not a lot

Seasons come, seasons go

Plant the corn, watch it grow

Babies born, grandma dies

Promises are made, everyone lies

I was born in the Middleland

Control your life, keep things in hand

Published by Jonathan Cring