If I had to eat, then I was a slave to my belly
But if I stole or lied to feed
Then whose slave would I be
And who is the master of my greed
Or has it mastered me
Anxious is the heart of want, unsettled is the soul of gain
And what did you get that was not given
Shut my mouth and clean my heart; don't leave the smallest stain
Take my eyes, my hands as well and use them to your end
For love, and not for sacrifice, so let my life begin
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
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