Milwaukee Black - Wood Grain (Interlude) lyrics

[Singers] The sun is setting On days of old I can't imagine Not having them to hold It hurts me deeply To let this gooooooooo My cards are played now No time to follllllld [Spoken] From red dirt roads to the concrete backstreets We ride on cowhide, burn wood and grip sweet hickory Hopin that we can sip sweet victory To wash down our depression to say hey Da Backwudz, way far away from the skanless and fake But it's more than the country It's more than the cigar It's the blacktop and the cell block The havenots without a laptop For the corporate to the criminal, rhythm and rhyme A movement, a state of mind Anything outside the norm to give yo' soul that warm feelin Tryin to break this gla** ceilin Da Backwudz Don't go too deep, you might get lost Backwudz