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)
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)
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Writer(s): Billy Woods
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