The Tin Im In

Uncommon from a common land

With A fine tuned mind....a Heart

and a calloused hand

Not Black

Not White

But skin of tarnished tin

of Rustedblue

Blue Like the collar that I wear

Like my father over there

Like you

Like the shirt he wore in the 80 inch

The hotstrip

The valley of the sun

The valley of the sun he was a champion

Champion He

He Won

So he could send me to school

So I could learn these ideas

These words

I now speak to you

Uncommon Man in a common land

A fine tuned mind

A Heart

and a calloused hand

Not black or White

but skin of tarnished tin

of rustedblue

blue like the collar that I wear

like my father over there

like you

Listen....I've taken the skyway

to get high dope fly like the chiway

but there is no Emerald city in that place

that sad and solemn place

that empty place

that lonely space

jumpin bus to bus just to keep with the pace

So i clicked my ruby heels

and like Mike eased on down the road

lookin for a wizzard that might burden my load

twas in a shadowed Forrest that I found my Heart

The good woodsman I

Sharpened my Axe

and perfected my Art

so as to the lion i was cowardly no more

cause this TinMAN was an entrepreneur

of Industry...love ....clarity too

This Tinman be Rustedblue

Uncommon Man in a common land

With a fine tuned mind ...a heart ...

and a calloused hand

not black or white

but skin of tarnished tin

of Rustedblue

Blue like the collar that I wear

like my father over there

Like you.

So now we're on the southern rim of the lake

a place some call the great mistake

others call this place... this city... this town... the "G"

Im not tryin to hear that cause I call it 1Region see

And the lake stretches out like an ancient whale in time

and the souls who built this place inhabit its murky deep

and they began to weep

when we built a wall

and the children cried

and the earth fell silent

But tonight....here in this place

in this happy place

this righteous place

this home space

We can make up for before

We have the key to unlock the door

To build a bridge

To shake a hand

to raise a glass

and make a stand

You see....The emerald city that we seek

Has always been in one anothers hearts to keep

So show me the power of what Art

Love

civility can do

And I will solemnly swear and promise you

to keep on grindin' this rustedblue

Common Man from an uncommon land

with fine tuned mind...heart....calloused hand

no black

white

skin of tarnished tin

of Rustedblue

Blue like the collar that I wear

Like my Father UP there

Like Me

Like you