[Intro]
I always try to spit between the fold
And live like a man that's died twenty times before
And I fear not myself, nor any of my mistakes
Nor any man and what he creates

[Verse 1]
Old shoes and mildew
I got no one to go to
Unique sounds, that rock you
Oh come now, catch you

I pick you and drop you down
In your brotherhood
What happened to your stomping ground?
[?]

You choose, or I'm out
Or count 'em out, [?]
For she was [?]
She and I would stomp out

Wade through the sediment
To see your truth, relevant
Thought he was irrelevant