Poem.texas.don.g.nutt59.still standing still tall want fall all i do is ball still me still standing tall black an so proud still me in the mist of the ghetto smoke want choke want fall want stumbble want simply slip away are fail fall im still all about more then most of all standing tall standing just a guy such as mee can you see me in this texas streets they say they try alot cry about the victory of me the power of my poetry poem like a rainy weather a hells brewer storm still me standing tall the smoke the dust the bulletts the streets tall i stand united im so much a young black man poem.texas.don.g.nutt59.12.16.2019