rootless cosmopolitan in search of a root,couldn't even grab for that low hanging fruit. been on this road a long long time, wearing out my shoes. pilgrims thugs & heretics & all bound to lose. twilight, tribal gatherings & riverside camps, hog calls & chicken fights & smashing of amps.
rootless cosmopolitan - lookin' for a root, $26 was concealed in his boot. flashbacks & tracking shots & dreams of stashed loot - we have you surrounded. come out or we shoot. throw down your weapons come out slow & sweet, we're awaiting god's verdict in the cold & dirty street
― doo rag, Thursday, 6 February 2020 21:33 (four years ago) link