No white doves or an olive branch | Just cats picking fish bones out the garbage can, ah | Who makes more trash than the modern man?
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No white doves or an olive branch | Just cats picking fish bones out the garbage can, ah | Who makes more trash than the modern man?
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No white doves or an olive branch Just cats picking fish bones out the garbage can, ah Who makes more trash than the modern man? I'm here for the treasure, that's all I'm saying No white doves or an olive branch Just cats picking fish bones out the garbage can, ah Who makes more trash than the modern man? I'm here for the treasure, that's all I'm saying I know my plans are all risky, so much against me Read the story of my life, check my bloodline history Wonder how we survived the mystery Feel my great-great grandmother came back to kiss me And whisper in my ear that she miss me I'm stubborn but she loves the way I hunger for victory Even when I stumbled she was right there with me She was right there with me Her last words were the Earth is indeed getting worse But it's also getting better that's just how this all works The proof is in a Stephen Hawking book and the church So follow on your fantasies but honor what you're worth Know I'm tripping, shook my head but I heard what I heard The flood will keep coming out the mud into the dirt I'm out the mud into the dirt, I'm out the mud into the dirt I'm out the mud into the dirt, I'm out the mud into the dirt I've been down on the upside Blowing smoke up at the floodlights Then driving home through the mudslides Wonder how we survive? Howling at the moon with my wolves 'til the sunrise Down on the upside Blowing smoke up at the floodlights Then driving home through the mudslides Wonder when it subsides? The flood will keep coming 'til your last drop of blood dries Concrete jungle book Mowgli Mother was a wolf by her lonely Shaped his molding For the pearls of the world he'd be holding Solid ground on an Earth that's eroding Volcanoes exploding White ash clouds float while I'm sitting in the sun smoking Laughing, passing grass to the closest of my homies He hit it for a minute, then he told me He wonders if he's schizophrenic He can hear the trees talking The flowers have faces The rivers dream at night While the water keeps raging Running through the maze of its making The sun burns trees and it keeps on blazing The moon counts days and the months with its phases Tides turn like a dervish just to chase it Crazy, but I chase it I smell all my memories and sometimes I taste 'em Clouds in the shapes of my best friends faces At times when you rhyme I feel like we trade places Staring out your eyes at my face in amazement Flying through the sky side by side with the ravens Or running with the wolves find a new location On higher ground and elevation Until the flood starts breaking Running with the wolves to find a higher location I've been down on the upside Blowing smoke up at the floodlights Then driving home through the mudslides Wonder how we survive? Howling at the moon with my wolves 'til the sunrise Down on the upside Blowing smoke up at the floodlights Then driving home through the mudslides Wonder when it subsides? The flood will keep coming 'til your last drop of blood dries
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