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GOING BACK TO THE COUNTRY
Music and words by Bo Brocken (2023)

Take me back to the country
Been living here in this big city 
For much too long it’s

we built a home on a piece of land outside of town
Just like my father always wanted to
And we buried a Bible where the living room should be
And we

(Verse 1)
Under the azure sky, in the peaceful village,
Living united, no echo of strife.
Diverse colors, cultures, and beliefs,
United in love,

We're in the middle of the most beautiful of God's creation
In this sacred place we find community
We watch the creek flow by, under God's watchful

push the breaks
And if it get slow I told mama I'd go push the weight
They talking independent im the one who really living it
30 racks in 2022 next year

give them the other cheek 
No
 

Stressing so much 
Got me doubting if god made a plan 
To give me some land
He place so much the data In my DNA 
For it

The sky is heavy with sorrow the ground soaked in tears
Children's laughter silenced by the echo of fears
Families torn apart living in despair
We

Yo, life is hard, when people come to me and they tell me about their problems, all I do
Is reverse myself and say, no shit
People pass by, I don't

a brand-new start
Living life with an open heart

Got my boots and hat in hand
I'm rollin' through this land
With every mile, I feel so free
On the road, it's

bullets down
Laying waste to all the land
A pummeling force, heavenly siege

Woodlands are flattened into smoldering waste
Cities are scorched by nuclear

or hiatus making dollars or paper
Putting folks onto greatness Once was sleep now awaken quick dont drown in the
Mist of it A victory to a living switched in

I am sure you will somehow
I just don't know how

Undetermined now
How I'm ever going to find out
But I guess I'll keep living
Day by day
It's all I

My city, strata titled
Stacked houses for the entitled
Soviets, with water views
Towers rising, Manhattan blues

Forests of cranes, a land of veneers

in when I make money in my sleep
By the time I'm 22 I'll have some land and a benz jeep
On yo best day you can't fuck with my swag and I'm just stating

Africa was the land
Where many took their refuge
Many got their living
And many built their future
No hesitation by then
Our ancestors loved foreigners

Missing like he hung with blue
Paper trail through Baton Rouge
You could see I'm living good
Started out was in the hood
Broke as fuck
Eating ramen noodles

standing tall

Their power witnessed by great and small
Fire from mounts, a formidable sight
Sealing the sky, turning water to blood, their might
Disasters

All that's left are the memories
Of a life gone by
To the land he had traveled
It's hard to say his last goodbye
Are there horses in heaven
For old

and
Left us all in ruins 
How can you justify 
Occupation, apartheid 
This is just by far
Ethnic genocide
Trapped in a prison while fire rains from the sky

to hide?
I ran it by the boss, and he said sure.

We set a crew upon it, and they cleared for me a path.
The new hire found your boyfriend was untrue. 
Your

Top shelf weed smoked by living legend

Ridin' sitting low in something expensive
Have you ever been behind them cinder blocks
Not ever knowing when you

I'm coming in a lot,
I came in strong, now I just Want more bongs to
Forget living forever long
It's too long
It's not too long back and Forward
Wait

In Europe they painted the florae of the land
Irises, sunflowers, lillies in oils
In Kansas she planted every flower by hand
Her canvas an acre

Butterflies, dandelions, and daisies
Catch a vibe, we're getting high and lazy
In the green grass
Next to my queen's ass
Man I can't believe that
I'm living what