Black Sack

Take back your black sack, it turn me off Whatever you have given I need not that any more The hunter's trap has sucked up my sap, The sickle from my legs I threw long ago What I needed that is bought and sold, Vaporized like camphor, in reality if there is no reason how I can sit and reason out, something is genetic, implanted, like any one you and me can't go against the basic, same point may have different roads, you tread yours, I will of mine, I do not know why, honestly speaking, hate different opinions on the same situation.