[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 glass ceilin

Da Backwudz

Don't go too deep, you might get lost

Backwudz