i studied revolution in jail cells, <br />got my education on the streets. <br />sold my soul to the devil, <br />more than once... <br />prayed for rain with the best of them! <br />met god down on the corner, <br />gave him a cup of coffee and a light. <br />spent all night in lonesome graveyards, <br />listening to the voices of the dead. <br />worked your assembly lines, <br />did your farm work. <br />hauled trash and emptied bedpans. <br />crawled in and out of the window of love, <br />been a fool a thousand times. <br />all i know is all men are my brothers, <br />women are my sisters and my mothers. <br />if it hurts you, baby, it hurts me too, <br />pass the shovel, i'll help you dig!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-help-you-dig/
