Story Behind The Song
My story of growing up on a little piece of wooded property in a ruff part of the city. Over time as things get worse in the city my trees and property get closed in on, and my friends are being effected, homes are being broken and sadly corruption takes root. Although it feels like your forest is disappearing, never forgot you are like a tree and from you a world can be replenished.
Song Description
My story of growing up on a little piece of wooded property in a ruff part of the city. Over time as things get worse in the city my trees and property get closed in on, and my friends are being effected, homes are being broken and sadly corruption takes root. Although it feels like your forest is disappearing, never forgot you are like a tree and from you a world can be replenished.
| Song Length |
3:25 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Sociable, Pleased |
Subject |
Determination, Courage |
| Similar Artists |
Tracy Chapman, Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Last forest in the city, deep woods is where I'm from
Wanna see my kaleidoscope night lamp, forest shadows on cop lights
purdy as it looks, sure don't sound like fun
They called me Chrome, cause I liked your hub caps
But Pops whooped me taught me steeling's straight dumb
I was only 10 when I jumped across the swamp
And realized we the last forest on the block
My fam is my gang, we don't have colors
Except the stains on our fingers from dippin in the koo-laid bag
I ruled the dirt hill, with my stray dog woody
Who never flinched even for a gun shot
Sucks we buried him a little on the young side
How long could we last, as the world got stranger
Trying chop down my good trees and make fire to burn a stank tree
I was only 10 when I jump across the swamp
And realized we the last forest on the block
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As we decay our forests are getting smaller everyday
every night we kids are gettin shot at as we play
the fields are now off limits crack head needles in the hay
the worlds dun gone broke, i don't think the'll let us stay
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So I climbed the hawk tree, told them busters to lemme be
they tearing down my land, next they lookin at me
my gang is fighting in the streets, poison slippin in our back creeks
next thing ya know, life in the woods is about done
I was only 10 when I jumped across the swamp
And realized, we the last forest on the block
We probably didn't win but sure didn't end
and if ya ask me, we still the last forest on the block
Oh yes we are, the last forest on the block
Oh you better tell somebody