Trust the glory of the drawl
The nigga' praises the 2-foot hold
What were a white man's land
Draws curtains over a woman's stand.
In the midst of it all.
I stand as a nomad.
An every man's woman
belonging to none at all.
The never ending hike to the mountains.
With spikes slipping off your skin
I tried to read your thought
But that mountain, it never ends.
In the midst of it all.
I stand as a nomad.
An every man's woman
belonging to none at all.
The drive along the highway.
With the Lord of the steer.
He tried to reason with.
His urge to win, he urge to kill.
In the midst of it all.
I stand as a nomad.
An every man's woman
belonging to none at all.
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