Tim Fite - Roots of a Tree lyrics

fair ain't so fair f**ers there's folly in the pork fat the devil needs a door mat for his dirt acquired as he keeps it he'd rather sow than reap it when history's a secret for the hurt (so they very sk**fully made you and me hate) hate x 4 I'm in a whole lot of hell and it folds over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over it folds there's a man full of seeds says he grows trees but he don't grow trees no it don't it grows roots x5 the roots we hate x3 it grows roots (you can't hate the roots of a tree and not hate the tree)