Wood Grain (interlude) – Da Backwudz – letras

[singers]The sun is settingOn days of oldI can’t imagineNot having them to holdIt hurts me deeplyTo let this goooooooooMy cards are played nowNo time to follllllld[spoken]From red dirt roads to the concrete backstreetsWe ride on cowhide, burn wood and grip sweet hickoryHopin that we can sip sweet victoryto wash down our depression to say heyDa Backwudz, way far away from the skanless and fakeBut it’s more than the countryIt’s more than the cigarIt’s the blacktop and the cell blockThe havenots without a laptopFor the corporate to the criminal, rhythm and rhymeA movement, a state of mindAnything outside the norm to give yo’ soul that warm feelinTryin to break this glass ceilinDa BackwudzDon’t go too deep, you might get lostBackwudz