Woke up late this morning
Now I'm lit up off some coffee
First excuse of this trip
That I craft while I'm coughing
It's eleven forty-five
And I'm calling all my guys
Well when will you arrive
I'm stampeding down the five
Now we travel in a pack of 4
Room for us and nothing more
Check and Double check the stash
Arrived to find it all freshly thrashed
Overgrown tree canopy
With a deafening cacophony
That welcomes we
Betrayal is where the heart is they whisper up in the darkness
They're aiming for soul and the power they can harness
It's written on the walls, on the pavement, in the stalls
Listens for the details, the whispers and the calls
It's funny how anguish change a champion
No communications feeds dissuasion
Promises of freedom from the south sun
Bust two month of funds secure some
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom