“Hard to Be Bigfoot”

I live where the pine trees breathe real slow

(Real slow…)

A place no map or drone will ever know

(They try though…)

I watch ’em stomp through mud in boots too clean

They drop their snack wrappers where I keep it green

Hard to be Bigfoot, just mindin’ my biz

They bring cameras, traps, and conspiracy vids

Don’t want no fame, don’t need no likes

Just want a quiet cave and peaceful hikes

One guy screamed and ran, dropped his phone

(Still posted it…)

Another tried to bait me with a ribeye bone

(Not vegan…)

They trespass loud, they swear they’re stealth

I stay unseen—for my mental health

Hard to be Bigfoot, can’t make a friend

They chase me down like I’m some myth to end

All I said was “hi,” they screamed and fled

Left behind trail mix and existential dread

I seen ’em burn forests to build more roads

Then wonder why the river don’t flow

They post signs sayin’ “Nature Trail”

While nature packs her bags to bail

Hard to be Bigfoot, can’t win no prize

I’m blurry on film but I’m sharp and wise

They say I’m legend, but here’s the truth:

The real lost species… might be you.

So if you’re out there wanderin’ with your fancy gear…

Try listenin’ instead of lookin’.

I might be closer than you think.

(Closer than you think…)