Lirieke:
Old Dead Tree By The Way

By the way, The more I think about this sad story The more I feel deceived Couldn't I have been betrayed, After all? Anyway, I understand that things

: By the way, The more I think about this sad story The more I feel deceived Couldn't I have been betrayed, After all? Anyway, I understand that things

I used to bring my nigga B.R. And niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead By anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead

root I want the whole damn tree Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G Since way back I've been collecting

celebrating Chrismas Eve The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by

Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee They're throwin' knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grind stone Livin' in the Land

in this world 1962 I didn't have much choice you see But by the time I was eight I could tell it was too late I was already barking up the wrong tree

rusting in the rain. The old house is creaking in the rain. Lovers, comin' down the hill, no longer stop to linger by the old dead tree They took away

the line Thirteen years deep In this marathon I'm runnin' Paid dues and still got bills to pay When I came back around the way Old friends gave me dead