If I was born to greener lands,
Perhaps I wouldn't be the man,
Who longs for more when he has got,
Ample time left in his watch,
But I was birthed to grey and blue,
To stone and spit, a language new,
Left our children to decipher,
To leave or become a lifer.
If I was born to greener lands,
Perhaps I wouldn't be the man,
Who longs for more when he has got,
A flowered life before gravestone blocksc
But I was birthed to grey and blue,
Stone and spit a language new,
Left our children to decipher,
To leave or become a lifer.