My name is Wani, she's a ragassina, I know that don't mean nothing to you. But I woke up and made rhyme this morning in every word of it is true. My further was a wrench here before the cringos came. We had a wrench and sent them to our door. We all broke up daily, made my brothers insistence. There was eight of us three. We saw them take our land and our water rags. But now I don't know more to be. When I woke up this morning I dug through my closet, put on my best old walk and shoes. I went down to the 7-Eleven with the rest of the family, Indiana and Sandy, and she came and said to buy some books. Got a couple of packs of cigarettes. Well, I don't buy them more, but that's all I can afford. Time to surf these days on the revives, rest faith, you don't matter where you are. You have his bones here, and I don't die here, they ain't no help from him anymore. But I don't bother me, I don't mind that I don't know, he's no better place to grace for. Here the magic in the mountains, here the seasprings in the rocks, and the trees, as always somebody here. But the same name as mainly. Well anyway I walked to the street, so I waited there. Yeah, I guess she has to leave her shop in the car just homeless one, going off to bust up somewhere, carrying everything she'd belong on her back. Back in the necklace and die. Every time she gets low, gets a couple of dollars. She buys a bottle of two cake, what? They ain't no help for her. No, they ain't no cure. You can ask of me, be I, they remind you what you are, this was fun. After that hurricane, what did they do? They rebuilt the city for the rich, the old families, the wax, and the crew of raindrops. And all their mother, Margaret, has. Now some people say I'm no good, some people say I'm a regular, but they don't know my story. And I ain't got enough time to tell, ain't got enough time to live. But some day when that judgment comes in the great spirit in the sky, looks down on all of us and everyone. See what we did, what we did knew, and how we tried. I believe there'll be reckoning. Yeah, but the judgment will be true. It'll be true for me, whatever I do, right, whatever I don't know, could it be true for you too? Why you don't have to believe it? I tried something old-time. It's just what I think. You might say it's just a... ...intuition or an ocean of mine. I'm not a good man. I'm not a good man. I'm not a good man. I'm not a good man. I'm not a good man. I'm not a good man. You