I been playing Dobro (Square neck resonator) for like a year now. Just got back into doing some poetry and shit.
I was all washed out for a while, Still will be for a bit. If I was hung out to dry, I never knew it.
With a wash and rinse i'll be there in a pinch. I'm finally back to practice after running a blitz.
I left my soul in this hole where they throw dead kids. I watched a revolution, sidelined, and then lost grip.
To still know what I know now, and knew back then, and realize in real time that I ain't know shit!
