Doctor doctor, please send help
I cannot re-attach myself
Lost my mind, I'm an oaf I fell
From the sky landed on my shelf
but I been kicking it
Stick to my busyness and my business
Plotting on a million dollars
But not the stingiest
Not to say that im generous, I'm just generally
sentimental to anyone whom might benefit
from my sentiments
Think of all the times I was down n out
Make ya question-a-tree-that falls alone
Does it have a sound,
Does it scream for help the very moment it crash the ground
Stretching out a branch to grasp a hand with no hands around
How could yall stand around
...We all trees from a different seed
We all breath, thee, same air, this is chemistry
Spiritually, gotta go within, for that energy
Literally, gotta give ya all, or won't get anything
The bigger you are, the harder you fall they say
The brush go in, then wash it all away
The price we pay to have it all today
To go-back-fore we-all-became this way
Doctor doctor, please send help
I cannot re-attach myself
Lost my mind, I'm an oaf I fell
From the sky landed on my
I'm sick of this
Planted and thriving, but not surviving through the thick of it
Mentally head was up in the clouds, but now it isn't, guess
wether to fire or to the ocean, makes no differ-ence
I contain every element through photosynthesis
Growing from diligence,
Fight against my nemesis
since thee genesis
But I aint finished yet...
My power limitless
Everytime they cut one of us down, they kill they own citizens
But, us Trees goin let you slide, until we rise
That cause you, need us all, just for the supply
Oxygen and H20, and all that we provide
We only needed animals and nature on our side, so why
credits
from The F.A.S.T,
released November 13, 2022
prod. by Arza Arzito
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