Mark
Skin the color of barkClothes smellin' like treesDiggin' my earth, find my roots and weedsMy truth bleeds right back in the armNo scar, but I left my markMy friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark
Clothes smellin' like treesDiggin' my earth, find my roots and weedsMy truth bleeds right back in the armNo scar, but I left my markMy friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark
But life is just that brightThat when the sunset shinesSee the graph he writesI'm back tonight, with a sack to lightIn honor of the past I write
I'm wide open, with no glass of wineStuck in a barrel, I'll get better with timeWhile you measure how the pleasure declinesI'm stackin' cheddar while the bread just riseWith my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty
Creepin' on a come upNo sleepin' till the sun's upTellin' secrets to the drum thumpsPledge allegiance to the blood pumpUntil I leak my last liter, here's my one love
And all these angels got their guns upBut no fear when my teeth and my tongue touchI am here, and I speak for the young bloodsWho've seen the flood, and they drug all the anchors upAnd set sail through the world, in the name of trustHard work, and the crux that it made in us
I'm 'bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dustThat 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds upI'm out for mines and my wolves got it sewn upOne crow, one eagle on my shouldersAnd my eyes hold the light that approaches