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