Dogwood. Matityahu

Took a trip through the hallows of my conscious
Within my darkest night
I found the morning
You don't appreciate the sun 'til it's been in the dark for too long
Then it's time to move on yea yea yea
Never not in my zone
A rebel for the right cause I stand on my own
But my knees getting tired and my days getting long
So the weed getting fired so my pay getting gone
But I'm good without the green because I'm gaining something more
Bread of life that can't be kneaded with the same approach to dough
That was brought about my demons schemin' for a way to go
Without a way to make a way for future waymakers to row
Within this river full of slithers, silver, and slivers of hope
Pushed by givers of dope
Rushin' into the open
Easy target in scope
At least camouflage if you knowin'
You in middle of warfields
Strange fruit in the orchards
Mangled lil orphans
Tangled up and dangerous
Who the fuck you looking at
I am not the same as ya
I am not no different
I am that I am I am only human
I know that well
I know that well
I know that well