Men to walk & Birds to Fly

"For long I have held this dream,

for long I have let it flow by the stream,

for long have the fires tortured this steam,

but Behold there comes the time to scream,

the radicle to the roots & the plumule to the stem,

goodbye dreams am done dreaming,

goodbye fantasies am done fantasizing,

there shines hard-work on this rough road I cruise,

there shines sweat on this tough road I choose,

and there goes the odor of the ripe fruits beyond the rough road,

there goes the odor of the lemonade beyond the tough road,

start that stop watch for my time is now,

for I gon get those fruits & only me know how,

I gon get that lemonade & don't ask me how,

I don't need any wings for I don't need to fly,

men to walk and birds to fly ..."