Mark

Skin the color of bark

Clothes smellin' like trees

Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds

My truth bleeds right back in the arm

No scar, but I left my mark

My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark

Clothes smellin' like trees

Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds

My truth bleeds right back in the arm

No scar, but I left my mark

My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark

But life is just that bright

That when the sunset shines

See the graph he writes

I'm back tonight, with a sack to light

In honor of the past I write

I'm wide open, with no glass of wine

Stuck in a barrel, I'll get better with time

While you measure how the pleasure declines

I'm stackin' cheddar while the bread just rise

With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty

Creepin' on I come up

No sleepin' till the sun's up

Tellin' secrets to the drum thumps

Pledge allegiance to the blood pump

Until I leak my last liter, here's my one love

And all these angels got their guns up

But no fear when my teeth and my tongue touch

I am here, and I speak for the young bloods

Who've seen the flood, and they drug all the anchors up

And set sail through the world, in the name of trust

Hard work, and the crux that it made in us

I'm 'bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dust

That 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds up

I'm out for mines and my wolves got it sewn up

One crow, one eagle on my shoulders

And my eyes hold the light that approaches