MEDICINE MAN ft. Conny Franko & Haunted Gauntlet Lyrics

Truthfully I've died a hundred thousand deaths since I was born

I've watched D's pepper flowers bloom from my back porch

I'd pay any monies for my grandmother's ham sandwiches in summers torn

I found you the same as whence you came you was deaf and unborn

It's a heart shape cake given to you in informal intersection life

Scoop tragedy into a magic bag that majesty magnify

Pacify panic, manic massive outcry

Careless warriors in a vacant village known for killing a vibe

Set my dead bunny in a hole contrived

Lulu I love you, she loved papaya, in my mind she a fly

Seen suffering erode being till one seeing death and demise

Spray flowers wilt, happen to be a favorite of mine

Estranged death petrify, born beauty in the nucleus of time

Neutral friends bicker of love parachute liquor and wine

Seen entire cities decay from the city council's decline

Fuck Don Cline

Many men were born without a spine

Heads have hung on gate, fuck it heads have hung for mistakes

Muster, mayonnaise, pickle spears on a plate

Fantasy football, anti-anglosaxon degrade

Man's peace is born for a laborer's peach that was picked as a trade

Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling

Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke p-funks and trees often

Drink the tea or let it spell, read the prestige jargon

Tarot cards in the coffin, stop friend, he dead

But he searching for her when she already lost him

Grandmother cross herself as she enter church where parish scorn

Brown skin babies assimilate to cemalac and lilacs with thorns

Corn grew in the backyard, where my great grandfather grew more

Full circle for a family where we were taught to forget where we was formed -Mexico

We are the wise people, simple angels grown from the earth

Mourned our own history to feel the peasant pleasantries what capitalism prefer

No we back, back better than ever my fam, tinctures and lettuce heads

Welcome home, it's the fucking Medicine Man

Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling

Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke p-funks and trees often

Drink the tea or let it spell, read the prestige jargon

Tarot cards in the coffin, stop friend, he dead

But he searching for her when she already lost him

Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling

Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke p-funks and trees often

Drink the tea or let it spell, read the prestige jargon

Tarot cards in the coffin, stop friend, he dead

But he searching for her when she already lost him