Writings by Carl Buntion

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- A True Story
- If I was me again
- The truth

A True Story

He squealed like a pig caught under a gate
This man about evil, corruption and hate
For years he lead me around by the nose
So I came to expect a thorn with a rose

I spent my days with the weed and the wine
This man-made haze I could kick anytime
And I told myself that, every day
But that old devil sort’a had his own way

My friends were few and far between
But I didn’t care, you know what I mean?
It was all about the business of staying high
You pay for your ticket if you want to fly

I rode that horse through the man-made snow
A speed-ball jockey with nowhere to go
I didn’t care if I crashed and burned
That’s the price you pay for the lesson you learn

I went to prison, I went to jail
I’ve OD’d often at the gates of hell
But someone always brought me back
I thought I was bullet-proof, and that’s a fact

The years went by and my hair turned gray
My body grew weak and my mind it strayed
Sometimes I’d even forgot my own name
Was it Satan, or was it I to blame?

I found myself trading lead with a cop
And he lay dead before I could stop
It took one hour, they convicted me
It was self-defense but they couldn’t see

So I turned to the Father and the Holy Ghost
My long ride was over, when I knew I was toast
He comforts me in my final days 
So remember this tale when you hear someone say,

“Psssst, you want’a J?” 

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If I was me again

If I was me again
I would not drop out of school
and act just like a fool
thinking I was Mr. Cool
If I was me... again

If I was me again
I would be a better dad
and love the life I had
even when times were bad
If I was me... again

If I was me again
I would just say no to drugs
and not become a thug
I would give my wife more hugs
If I was me... again

If I was me again
I would listen to Ma and Pa
and never break the law
or see a prison wall
If I was me... again

If I was me again
I would never carry a gun
or shoot anyone
or hurt you just for fun
If I was me... again

If I was me again
I would throw away the mask
and take myself to task
'cause looking at the past
All I see... is me... again

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The truth

It needs no introduction
There is no left or right
It hits the mark dead center
Creating its own light

Sometimes they call it bitter
Sometimes they call it sweet
Sometimes it lies there hidden
Behind the shroud, deceit

It killed young Martin Luther
And another king call CHRIST
Old sacrotes and Malcolm
Fell victim to its vise

The cold hard facts are many
Like sand upon the shore
The wage of sin is death
You've heat that said before

Our history paints a picture
Of greed, deceit and sin
When evil rears its ugly head
Sometimes we call it friend

But in our hearts we know
That LOVE will conquer hate
I pray you find the answer
Before it is too late

By Carl Buntion

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