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(in my soul)...

(Yeah... sound of the soil)

Let the string hum truth

Boot heels pressing’ on red clay roads

Raised where the silence still explodes

Mouth harp pluck in like a loaded code

A rebel hum in a system that corrodes

(Mouth harp buzz in the breakbeat sway)

We march in time with the dust and flame

Voice of the field with no one to tame

(We rise, we fight, we claim our name)

Built this rhythm from a chain-gang pain

Wire fences hum like ghost line blues

Preach in bars cause the church refuse

Mouth harp sings like it’s spreading' news

Of every quiet truth they tried to lose,

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We march in time with the dust and flame

Voice of the field with no one to tame

We rise, we fight, we claim our name

Built this rhythm from a chain gang pain

(Feel that twang in your bones)

Not just sound it's a weapon we own

Broke no laws, just shattered the mold

In a place where stories never get told

Rhymes rust gold, but we spit it bold

With a mouth harp soul that can’t be sold

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Let ‘emmmmmmmmm, hear the twang of the past undone

Dust to dust, but we ain’t done