Myth

Finger to the wind, the town tense
 Had a sixth sense, skip town before the town lynch
 He had a gift, the Brown Grinch
 Light on his feet, peep a creeping Crown Vic
 Misshapen head, but the crown fit
 Crown fried all thighs, the crown prince hogtied
 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
 Scramble for mask gas swirl in a trench
 Feel like '14, my grandfather first breath
 Side of a mountain, basin full of blood
 Howling and shouting, I'm from red mud
 Where time stretch 'til you stop counting
 Uh, grand-uncle (great-gra-, great-grand)
 Grand uncle and all a-them live long, and George
 And weh yuh say? Fi di boasty one deh again name?
 David, yes man, me used to see him in Kingston too, y'know?
 Him go to a hundred and four, mm
 Yes man, long meter
 And dem father go hundred and three
 Yes, yes me 'member him too, yeah
 Uncle boy, s'posed to hundred and three too (mm)