| Skin the color of bark |
| Clothes smellin' like trees |
| Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds |
| My truth bleeds right back in the arm |
| No scar, but I left my mark |
| My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark |
| Clothes smellin' like trees |
| Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds |
| My truth bleeds right back in the arm |
| No scar, but I left my mark |
| My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark |
| But life is just that bright |
| That when the sunset shines |
| I seen the graff he writes |
| I’m back tonight, with a sack to light |
| In honor of the past I write |
| I’m wide open, with no glass of wine |
| Stuck in a barrel, I’ll get better with time |
| While you measure how the pleasure declines |
| I’m stackin' cheddar while the bread just rise |
| With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty |
| Creepin' on a come up No sleepin' till the sun’s up Tellin' secrets to the drum thumps |
| Pledge allegiance to the blood pump |
| Until I leak my last liter, here’s my one love |
| And all these angels got their guns up But no fear when my teeth and my tongue touch |
| I am here, and I speak for the young bloods |
| Who’ve seen the flood, and they drug all the anchors up And set sail through the world, in the name of trust |
| Hard work, and the crux that it made in us |
| I’m 'bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dust |
| That 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds up |
| I’m out for mines and my wolves got it sewn up One crow, one eagle on my shoulders |
| And my eyes hold the light that approaches |