Bough

By Deca

On Bough

Released on October 4, 2024

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(I bring you sparkling sunlight on a green leaf, Mmmhmm)

Tree Rings, old limbs

See the same patterns repeat like slogans

Or old sins

Seedlings to grown men

Close kin sinking like stones and won't swim

To each his own whim

Keep things in motion

We’ve seen through souls lens

Received and honed in

Sweet dreams and oceans

(Sparkling Sunlight)

But don't mistake what glitters and gleams for gold rims

You know him, it's #no 10

Toes deep til shows end, Dealz makes beats I go in

A universal language we speak like old friends

Hold tight when the light that your seeking grows dim

(c’mon)

We need therapy, clash and bear our teeth

You'll catch me there at least to trap and snare the beast

Vast disparity, greed and garish need

The wind blows seeds in cracks on barren streets

It's all redundant by now the air we breath

Preaching to the choir bout the same old thieves and pharisees

Submissive indeed we lack clarity

There's blood dripping from leaves of axed cherry trees

(Great! Mmmhmm)