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