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My Story - Russell Ferguson

Russel from Moorhead State tells the story of his Pay It Forward Tour experience in a poem.

 

Everyone hustling on the bus 

Don't really know what’s the fuss

The real people diluted with the hype

Making it impossible to find the right type

 

I wrote these four lines out of frustration 

because at the time I didn't have the patience 

To buy into a new idea

Until I met a foreign girl named Rea 

She taught me how to say "see ya" 

To images of myself from a past time 

Met my brother Henry who gave me the courage of the lines 

He also gave me the confidence to put this in rhyme 

 

Cause even though I don't show it sometimes I get nervous 

And lose sight of the purpose 

I ask God why in your eyes do you find it necessary to swerve us 

From our goal 

When in life all we're trying to do is service 

And it grabs hold 

My boy Robbie told a story from his soul 

 

This history pulled on the strings of my heart 

Shed a tear from my eye, no lie, 

I straight up broke down and cried 

And I realized this was the start 

 

It began the revolution of my spirit 

I sat quietly with myself just so I could hear it 

But the change inside caused a lot of stress 

No worries though, it was easily remedied by my baby girl Jess 

With her I could hear the sound best 

And it sounded something like this

 

Free your mind and your spirit will follow 

Even though other people’s pasts seem so hard to swallow 

You never know the amount of strife 

That’s led any person to their mind state in life 

 

And if you've passed the blight to see the light 

Then you'd know it’s better than living in the shade of night 

STLF has taught me to never pass judgement 

It's my new lifestyle, and like McDonald's, I'm lovin' it

 

There are many others I'd thank today 

Everyone on this Tour has helped me in some way 

But fortunately for you guys 

This horrid poet is almost done with his word play 

These six lines are all I have left to say 

 

Everyone hustling on the bus 

Feeling high from that last service rush 

All around me are friendly faces 

I feel at home in unfamiliar places 

Anytime I feel colder or I don't belong 

I know I have 40+40 shoulders to rest my head on

 

 

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