Myth
Finger to the wind, the town tense
Had a sixth sense
Skipped town before the town lynch, he had a gift
The brown Grinch light on his feet
Peep the creeping Crown Vic
Misshapen head, but the crown fit
Crown fried all thighs, the crowned prince
Hog tied, he was a toad
Wasn't asking for no kiss
Mind my own, but got no respect for a pimp
Whitey stole the soul, came back 'round like we old friends
Guess he couldn't find the fence
Shotgun blow the brains out your old dog
The child flinch
Scrambled for mass, gas swirl in a trench
Feel like fourteen
My grandfather first breath
Side of a mountain, basin full of blood
Hollerin' and shoutin', I'm from red mud
Where time stretch 'til you stop countin'
Um, grand uncle (great-grand)
Grand uncle and all dem live long, and George
And weh yuh say? Fi di boasty one deh again name?
David (David!)
Yes man, me used to see him in Kingston too, y'know?
Him go to a hundred and four
Yes man, long meter
And dem father go hundred and three
Yes, yes mi 'member him too, yeah
Uncle boy, s'posed to hundred and three too (mhm)