Trees and Dirt - Coolzey, William Elliott Whitmore

It’s like that

On the front porch, blazing a torch, drinking a nightcap

Might rap, might pick up the axe and start slashing

Or noodling, either way you know it sounds fat

Stomp, Clap, kick a high hat or cowbell

With a green thumb and a brown belt

Down to the end of my days I’ve got stability

Given to me by the trees and the dirt

Three years ago, on new years day

I ate a mushroom then walked into the woods

The trees told me something, and to this day

Coolzey’s absolutely up to no good

I been learning a lot about the way of the world

I got 'em squirming a lot because the way that I curl

Is steady growing exponentially

Not to mention we

Are buying up property, land

Because we outta be

Breaking up monopolies, yo

Let the horns blow

Remember when we used to hide the sauce in the corn rows?

One block away from the tree house

That we built with our own hands

'cus that’s what our fathers did

Four generations deep where we live

Spent the whole time steady digging in the dirt

And what did we accomplish?

Handling bis' and raising the kids that is

Here to save the earth

And that’s word

Busting through the silence is the sound that ya heard

Like a bullet from a gun

Yeah we got guns

Shotguns

Military AR’s

And Glocks, son

No need to talk about it

No need to boast

I’d like to send a shout out to my people on the coast

For the haters in a pound

For the clowns who’s down

To get dirty with the green and the brown

So grab me a beer

Somebody get Will a whiskey

'Cus this jam is so fresh

Yes my eyes are getting misty

The bacon’s getting crispy

And the coffee’s been on for an hour

Get your ass up, get in the shower

'Cus we got work to do

And that’s cool

That’s what I’m here for

There ain’t nobody 'round here to shed a tear for

Except for the natives that capitalism slaughter

Time to take it back

Community, trees, dirt, and water cous'

(Hook)

I see the sun coming up

Over that eastern horizon

Such a glorious sight for these weary eyes

After long dark loney nights

I’ll put that dirt on a biscuit

I’ll put that dirt in my tea

And when they fill that grave on the hill

They’ll put that black Iowa dirt over me

There’s only one way to find out

Where he keeps his hide out

We saddled up the horses

Time to ride out, it was night out

Pass the tobbacy, took a bite out

Would it be a homerun base hit line ground to fly out

Took a time out

Busted an old rhyme

His horse pawed the ground

He took tequila and a lime out

Belted one back

Chewed the fruit

And felt the bite sting

Drug his spurs and he aimed his knight for the fight wing

And on the way he picked up some compadres

Whitmore the strangler, Angle, and Dark Dondre

To name a few, the posse was huge

A whole lotta dudes, a whole crew

To it to death, ate a lot of food

Shot a dude in Reno just to watch his head spin

Bite a deer’s heart and look at you with the red grin

Coming to the table with the napkin tucked in

To his front collar 'cus he heard the cook holler

And ring the triangle like «come and get it»

Did you take care of business?

he said

Don’t sweat it

The way he said it

You just know he get deaded

Probably hurt bad, shot, stabbed, and beheaded

Now it’s time to celebrate

The village has a hog roast

Raise up your cup

And listen up for the long toast

Yeah another victory

We see through the trickery and mystery

And misery gets smoked like hickory

(Hook)