coming from he back woods
of a strong bloodline
overtime the blood
watered down and wore thin
saturated infiltrated corrupted
implemented to self destruct
it's about the root they want
the fruit they need the juice
to produce other men
let's talk about it put on our
shoes and walk up out it
you see it coming you see
us running were hated
we even hate one another
even if were related to
each other it don't matter
bloods gone splatter all over
the planet it's been planted
it been a long time standing
in a hole in the ground
swaying back and forth in the
wind it always springs back
from the bend it's something
about the bark "it's something
about that bark" it's a form of
art if it's living it has a spark
f it feels emotion it has a heart
even if we never seen a tear
drop from the branch of it
its all about the root of it the
strong part of it the meat of it
they want to eat of it the juice
of it they need a drink of it "thirsty mother f*****'s
The Immortal Wize
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The Blood And Tears Of It
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mlowe5 says: An interesting blood-lined nature and its root. Thanks for the share. Thought provoking. Peace and Love. |
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