Dread has this heavy feeling Rock in my tummy And this city leaves ash in my eyes So I take to the woods Moss cushioned steps and words I can't take back But I would not If I could? I would string them like pine cones Like pearls around my neck Red and blue? That shit's for you Smoke it by yourself
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