Said some things poetically,
About the things you’ve done to me,
But deep as I dig in this earth,
My feet get covered up with dirt.
My feet are covered up with dirt,
I’ll cut you if you say a word,
I’m the one who holds the knife,
My need for victory overripe.
Prop me righteous on a box,
On one hand count the fights I’ve lost,
Thank God I tore the mirrors down,
I’d turn to salt if I looked now.
Truth catalyses all my fears,
I haven’t watched the news for years,
So why did I dig in this ground,
I’m not sure I like what I’ve found.