Lyrics:
birthright
White sand beaches, that's my birthright
Fuck them 40 acres, baby, that ain't my plight
White sand beaches, that's my birthright
White sand beaches,
bones
Black and blue color of the truth like a woman in
Shackles what's a girl to do
Hells half acres got a hole for you
cshes and angels the devil's
an acre with some view
Cause when I'm alone with you, I'd never wanna see it through
Baby why'd you let me go, was I not good enough for you
I just wanna
Drip glacier
Fade taper
When I'm done need space, I need acres
I may stay just
Fuck around if you testing my patience
We high in this bitch
Air checks
I got the radars on me
You in denial
And they sending Delta for me
Feet on the air
We hug acres of green
Egy my breakfast
We wake up
forever can't come too fast
Puts some overtime money down
On a ring and a half acre piece of ground, yeah
Before you know it, they're painting the front
and juice me (for what?) for my papers
The offer me a mule (and what else?) and 40 acres
I'm dissing snakes now, there's no time to catch the vapors
I'm not
I wrote achen for acres
Then I bought more than 10 acres
That's how I fight against these racist
Even my third eye had lasiks
So I've been seeing
their name they gave to the acres that they own
If the Brazos don't run dry and the newborn calves don't die
Another year for Mary will have flown
Another
is their game and Archer is the name
They gave to the acres that they own
If the Brazos don't run dry
And the newborn calves, they don't die
Another
and I'll give you the key
Come on now, let's get together in perfect harmony
Oh, I got twenty acres and you got forty-three
Now I've got a brand new
and I'll give you the key
Come on now, let's get together in perfect harmony
Oh, I got twenty acres and you got forty-three
Now I've got a brand new
away your pride
Say you know you weren't born
With the blue blood son
So take your place in line
Where's my mule?
Where's my forty acres
Where's
thousand acres
of ancestral land
That Sabine River bottom
flooded by the dam
I am a proud Choctaw-Apache man
But it just don't mean a thing
Daisy, the day's eye,
Ten-a-penny chain-maker,
Acre upon acre of tiny suns
Turned skyward
I would braid you into
Bracelet and coronet,
Necklace
porch and rabbits in the pen
I tell you, all the lights on Broadway don't amount to an acre of green
And I'm gonna be a country girl again
I spent some
the meadows, there wasn't a trace
Six lanes of highway had taken their place
Where were the lilacs and all that they meant
Nothing but acres of tar and cement.
Green eyes and a working tan
Just a few short years together
And we ain't doing bad
We got a diesel dually
20 acres out in the boonies
Smack dab in
a perfect view
Couple acres with a creek cuttin' through
A little place to put down some roots
I see it all when I see you
When I see you
When I see you
different son
It's the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture, ol' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in
40 mules 40 acres
Glass ceilings with some pay cuts
40 mules for the acres
Ima need my check in advance man
I'm invested in my best plan
Stoic
Man I
back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for
I'm a Crib Girl
I've fallen frail
Here on Hell's Half Acre
I'm a Crib Girl
I've fallen frail
Here on Hell's Half Acre
I am a lady of the half world
a trace
Six lanes of highways
Had taken their place
Where were the lilacs
And all that they meant
Nothing but acres
Of tar and cement
Yet I can see it
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