Lyrics:
There's a bench in every park dedicated to
Those who sat there once but didn't make it through
There are names carved deep in bark on every tree
By
is
No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
We throwin' up gang signs
Trees going up in flames, find us a forest fire every smoke break
We
Here, in the great forest, there are traces of the old
Melodies of the past that we have buried in our souls
Deep in the dark unknown, there's
The queen of the forest, is calling from within.
Calling to come closer, close to the source.
Listening to the silence, a song from within,
a song of pure
thing
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when the ambulances don't come
Or watch as the ones sworn by law protect us
Wrongfully convict us
and restless one
We joined the dance of his
When we have got a, enough!
Oh, yeah!
Frozen beard of the vagabond
Winter bends on like a song
Deep from the forest
In a land quite familiar to one we all know
Lived a notable species of folks on-the-go
They came in all shapes, they came big and small
But the color
forest
With the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere
Only then will you obtain a wilderness
That cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree
See
trains
Distribute guns and cocaine
And folks on track to own their homes
Got hit wit eminent domain
Imagine you get a knock on yo do-mane
They courtin you
All the way it seemed by 89
But it's not all right. It's not even close to all right.
Down a hall in your house, down a road in December
(Down,
the worst way
We chill by the docks and, you the greatest
You never say that you're walking, but invite me places
This a love song, make it work
This a love
Up nigga, (For Real)
I'ma dig deep folk, Dig deep dogg, (It's Real)
Now listen, Now what you is?
I am what you call a survivor, like trouble with
Deep into the waters
Deep into the mystery
Deep into Your Love-skies
Deep into Your melody
You are my winter's rose
The very core of my song
Drowned in
(Diane Berglund/Jim Phillips)
Just a lot of folk
Sittin' 'round the fire warming
Singing all the songs
Memory won't deny
Just a lot of fools
Sittin'
by nature's author
A floral figure born from the fauna, here no longer
Had she lost her way Dived too deep submerged in her work
Or maybe did she take
nine, feel like I'm ten deep
On the war, I'm plannin' in the hood, feel like Big Squeak
Off a forest, dancin' with them 'Woods, niggas been sheep
doing, well, it's suspect
Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money
America's five centuries deep in cotton money
You see a lot of brothers
think that there was more
You are my deep blue sea, you are my deep blue sea, you are my deep blue sea, my deep blue sea
Staggered through the forest
Deep in the heart of the forest there is a mystery called the tree
Kept by the elves they all know the secret to keep it alive
To preserve the evil
Reside by the west
Whole lotta vibes
Cash on a check
Whole lotta vibes
Reside by the west
Hell of a night
Been geeked ever since
Don't switch my
the very soul of the Monkey
For the first time, the happy folk felt fearful
For they knew that soon the monkey would stir from it's deep sleep
Then there
Came upon an ancient forest
A guided path had led me there
Walking through the mystic forest
The legend tales and times gone by
Voices whisper
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen (Hoo)
As the slow ray round about
Deep and crisp and crispy
Brightly show the boot last night
Where have the rebels gone
We don't need another pretty boy singing pretty songs
Fake country boys, doing country all wrong
Need another Haggard
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