Jenga

Jenga chip away at my foundation I'm still hanging- in there, you see these fingers? I put in work I'm invested, I put in first freedom-the one thing on my mind, I put it first before the day I'm put in dirt, then put on shirts you will Remember My Hunger, My Pain, My Thirst because, through better or worst this is that kind of heart you can't put on shirts so chop at my sleeves you won't hear screams or pleas nor will I drop to my knees because the print I leave, before I leave will stand Tall as a Tree and a Giant Foot in dirt so chip away- it won't work