Myth - Billy Woods

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

Hollerin' and shoutin', I’m from red mud

Where time stretch 'til you stop countin'