"Southbound 280" as written by and Michael Park....
Southbound 280 I travel towards Race St.
Traffic keeps me from the church
Where I plan to play games with others
Whose names I can't follow,
But faces stick to me
Stronger then rice does that mom made when I was in school.

Back to the church that is sitting on Race St.
I wait to play games with 9 others
A game that we learned as young children
But products have taught us that winning is better then fun as young children
And scuffling wins in the end

Play nice
The teacher in school gave us instructions
But children in school grow up to be cowboys
Who like to watch cattle be tortured for fun entertainment
On this day a game turns to fighting a black man
Landing on my upper lip formed from some tissue
I still feel a lump from where fist turns to a weapon
On this day I wonder how fighting wins over a peace train
A song with a vision much stronger than my will could ask for
Lying here useless on this day where skies are much bluer than oceans
And mountains are closer than most things
But I choose a blanket of warmth and a screen
That could never fight back my thoughts are
Including the church that is sitting on Race St. today


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"Southbound 280" as written by Michael Park

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