Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties They spit you up river just like all those lions That walked the banks They said, "Paint me that river
Born and raised that giant was a fighter. Mississippi. On that canvas. Dirty streets. The people stood up to wave those white flags The devil had
Where have all the people gone Whose lives are no longer of use to them But this system bites habit forming But this single file is so contagious
Where its always, always for the lord/law Just what percent is left? Money or mind? You see I found out where the money is... it's all in lies...
If I were a bear, I'd be the greatest of all With a speech like god so dark and foreboding Standing up tall from the top of that hill I?d growl up
Basking briefly in this overeating indulgence of insides But I fear he?s lower than before Though he's stronger than he looks He?s made of feathers
Birth me of blood oil salt sugar water pales build me black jesus cause jesus can't save me shackles pulling at your hair shine me from roots out wash
How High. Soldiers pull boys through rain ground to their toes ground to the dirt (oh) my. They spilled down the steps filed in rows like hair likes to
Sell me, I'm a skeptical boy And if you need help I'm not easily found We met the man in the deep deep south with the gritty smile and the dirty old church
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