Greyhound

Pick it up, put it down, man I think I need to find me a new sound, I've been walking

Too long on the same ground, and I've been singing these blues all day round, man I gotta get

Ahead can't be late now, cuz I gotta give my bread to the state now, so we out in the woods

Like Cape Town, and we running that track like a greyhound

Dedicated, miseducated, holding on to the desolated

World around us that never paid us, never showed us how to grow potatoes, by our home

Or get to know your neighbors, we just float and roam like the Oakland Raiders, rolling stones headed

Out to Vegas, writing poems even though they hate us

If I could see the light I wouldn't need a phone, if I could leave this life I would have left and flown

Holding mics the only thing I've known so I've turned to writing my raps alone