MotherLand Forest
• Written by MaryC8Mitchell
The beasts of southern Texas are a force to be reckoned with
One I mentioned will be threatened until the end
These southern lands are still wild and true
I felt so blue, i had no clue
I lost two friends, two close fam' members, the view stuck like glue
I guess that's the wild wild west, im obsessed, i feel it in my chest
I wont lie, i just want to fly, i can't die
I'm the wolf that took to the forest, and forgot all the rest
I try to be my best, i feel so blessed
Along with all the other beasts of southern Texas
North side of Houston is where i hale
Ill be damned if i fail, i don't like feeling pale
I'd prob have more fun in hell
with all those southern beasts of Texas, infectious
Breathless, i don't drive no Lexis
I sprint through the forest, to keep my finger off the trigger, stigma
Forget the rest of those teary eyed deaths, put loved ones to rest, caressed
Let me tell you where i'm from, and what i'v done
We love our guns, to defend our buns, overcomes
Running through these southern lands
I follow no commands, I'll have a chance if i just dance
With all the other beasts of southern Texas
Home is where the heart is
Home is where death fibs, I just wanna live
Texas gotta hold of me, like green tea
Cypress gives you head lice-pull out ya hair, is that the price? whats your vice,
were not all small mice, we just wanna slice of the good life
running through these lands with all the other beasts of southern the wild, WOW!
Watch me flex'em off my shoulders, can't hold'em
Tryn to keep me down, the Wolf knows no bounds
It's only home bound, past shantytowns, crowns
Quicksand, dry it up, fire round err on these lands
Where there's no slight of hand, straight kicking cans
Days seemed bland, stay off my land, this aint no Klan
Put it in my hand, homeland, branded firsthand, contraband
Watch me mark up these trees and leaves deep in the forest
I grew up like an Orchid always in orbit, morbid
With all the other southern beasts of Texas
Where i was born when i fell in love with Korn
I found myself mournin
with all the best bunch of beasts in these southern lands of Texas
So i took to the forest, to forget all the rest
God told me it was all a test.
But i digress, retreat to the forest
A life of non-violent protesting, for the resting
I wont hug trees, chop'em down, plant'em all around
Build a cabin in my forest, no mortgage or shortage of the warmest in storage.
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MaryC8Mitchell
Member since January 26 2014