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Joseph Vann

Joseph H. Vann (11 February 1798 – 23 October 1844) was a Cherokee leader of mixed-race ancestry, a businessman and planter in Georgia, Tennessee and Indian Territory. He owned plantations, many slaves, taverns, and steamboats. In 1837, he moved with several hundred Cherokee to Indian Territory, as he realized they had no choice under the government's Indian Removal policy. He built up his businesses along the major waterways, operating his steamboats on the Tennessee, Ohio, Mississippi, and Arkansas rivers. more »

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Bill Evans, Benson & Hedges
I don't know where I'm headed
I don't know where my head is
Everything doing my head in
Regressing, moving aggressive
Stressing, counting my blessings
Every day been regretting
If there's a heaven, doubt I'll get in
Count the people I let in, on one hand
I been hanging by one strand
And I can feel the tension
Plenty shit I can't mention
On this jazzy progression
Still can't shake this depression
Or answer no questions
Elevens and thirteens
Behind prose bout my pipe dreams
Sertraline couldn't wipe clean
My psyche
Tryna transcend the self
I been worried bout my health
Got no appetite for wealth
Or taking care of myself
Just resentment
Constant search for contentment
I'm still holding a remnant of darker times
Turn that into harder rhymes
Weeks since I sparked a dime
Really I got half a mind to just fucking stop it

How can you know me if I don't know myself
You don't know me I don't know myself
Said how can you know me if I don't know myself
You don't know me I don't know myself
How can you know me if I don't know myself
You don't know me I don't know myself
Said how can you know me if I don't know myself
You don't know me I don't know myself

Twenty six years, I guess it's downhill from here
Abuse these pills and this beer until my words feel sincere
And now the end feeling near, will I be round in a year?
I don't know, but there's not much that's keeping me here
This pen is like life support, coz I just been so fucking bored
Wish my mama did abort, coz I don't wanna try no more
Constant fatigue, I don't get enough sleep
I spill my soul over jazz beats
No foresight to stack P
Ask my bro where the pack be
Mash this whip down the backstreets
Only time I feel happy, on track like an athlete
Adjusting to loss, coz there's no justice, no god
And I just feel so lost, this world around me so odd
Walk around with something missing, without a mission
Human condition is chronic, I think about it and vomit
I wish that I could just drop it, wish my mind would just stop it
I'm just anxious as f*ck, not thankful for much
Don't think I can do enough, kinda feel out of touch
So I been keeping fucked up, I just keep my mouth shut
I don't know moderation, don't know nothing bout patient
Every bomb that I taken, pushed me closer to vacant
Clear in my head, she never here in the flesh
Couple years I been fearing events, steer clear of the feds
Every word that was said, still swirls round my head
Feeling better off dead, lying here in my bed
Festering doubts made me gesture and shout
I guess it's best to leave it out but I'm stressed to be without
Gimme isolation, making beats in the basement
Team was half past vacant, mostly a sober occasion
Except the chronic was blatant, half past one and I'm waving
Spent my life just evading the way I feel, man I'm faded
Woke up full of anguish, coz this life is so thankless
Every day blow the dankest, f*ck this beat up, then vanish

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