Show me to the season
Rip me in a rhyme
I’ve been running for the trees and
Crying up a brine

Thinner than a sliver
Blowing up my mind
Tremble from a quiver
Dodging serpentine

Pull me from the trench and
Push me to the edge
Leave me on the bench and
Something that I said

It’s a hard time coming when the sun down
When the sun down
When the sun down

Had the will of a believer but I run out
But I run out
But I run out

Give a holler to the the president
Show us freedom heaven-sent

It’s a hard time coming when the sun down
When the sun down, down