Unto Us

Unto dirt. Unto dust. Unto earth- in whom I trust. I’m tearing up. Unto dirt. Unto dust. Unto earth, In whom I trust. I’m tearing up. Cuz unto dirt, will we fall. Dont do us disservice before we all dissolve. Fly with wind while but don’t be mad when ground calls. Don’t soar for wins, that’s a lame purpose, I told yall. Because I sleep with breezes and roots. Yall crashing in the front, I chill in the caboose. Feel the gravity last, A bitter fruit, Just like the truth. And just to think that I’m the kook. Who is you? Shit the lights cut Im gon bite dust I trust A gust To crush the waves Into the dusk. Shit the lights cut Im gon bite dust I trust A gust To crush the waves Into the dusk. I hope it’s micd up So I hear the sun one last time. It won’t happen fast, ordained, how it shines. We have no other kind. No, brother mine. We find some signs that point to different endings. But all is in the dirt, beauty is impending. No preventing the trees, I breathe ceremonies. Less lonely Like at the dinner table, With my home plate, like buster posey. We were giants on this mound. Wasn’t that great? Now we dogs to the game, You best learn to love your crate. If this makes you angry, I’ll give you thanks. Cuz it means you listened to the twisted system and you felt the switch and bait even if you ain’t know what it takes. Once we befriend the dirt we will see straight. Just wait. There’s no faking this Of give and take, there is no take. Unto dirt. Unto dust. Unto earth- in whom I trust. I’m tearing up. Unto dirt. Unto dust. Unto earth, In whom I trust. I’m tearing up. Shit the lights cut Im gon bite dust I trust A gust To crush the waves Into the dusk. Shit the lights cut Im gon bite dust I trust A gust To crush the waves Into the dusk. I won’t make a fuss when the man in black comes for me. He don’t come from under, he’s right in front of me. in front of us. Something we know, we’re not sure that we trust. We sure as hell don’t love. But if we didn’t turn into dust than eternity’s thrust would beat our souls. Shit im 20 years old, and im already old. You can laugh now, but listen to what I told. Truths can burn and scold, Like an angry mother, Always bold, But they probably know what’s best. We drink away our life like milk from her breast. But we get old enough. And what happens, you don’t need to guess. It’s more or less nothing, but always less. Shit the lights cut Im gon bite dust I trust A gust To crush the waves Into the dusk. Shit the lights cut Im gon bite dust I trust A gust To crush the waves Into the dusk.