Untitled Song

first all roll it then il light it

hope my grandpa hears it hell be delighted

that the saxophone was smooth and gentle

not of this country somewhat oriental

love him with all my heart even thoe hes a bit judgmental

for only cause he speaks his mind trouble times always seem to pass him

by am sure he cried in toruble times but he kept his spirit lifted

told me am something else for that am gifted with the words that i speak

only wants the best for the grand kids and me