I met an old man not long ago
Had lost his pride and glory
So I sat down to hear his story
He was an open book i just had to take a look through
But sad to say they don't make them old man stories like they used to
He said
"My family kicked me to the ground
My family killed my pleasures
At being their one and only living treasure
But i don't cry or show my woes, nah
I don't got time for no more feelings
Or one more day spent getting healings
Cuz I know the Wheel
On my Soul
Is outbound
Ya, The Wheel
And I'm so glad I'm done with this here world
Been sick and tired and lonely
And it's high time my maker gets to know me
And in all my days, I just finally drew my window
If I don't die today Ima sure die tomorrow"
Sure nuff The Wheel
On his Soul
Was outbound
Ya, The Wheel
And the epitaph on his final stone
In the great charcoal pavilion
Reads
"HE MADE HIS MILLION"