Confidence is brewing
And I might know
What I’m doing
Don’t got no time
To go slow.
Running in the streets
No longer in the woods
Faces they meet me
Where the trees used to be.
Talking at the bars
No longer in the woods
Folks don’t bite back
Though a wolf surely would.
Walking in the grocery
No longer in the woods
Food ain’t looking back
Though some venison surely would.
Yeah I miss my home
Yeah the road is long
Tired of playing scared
Of the city folk and their shlongs.
Walking down the street
With a sweet sway in my feet
I know how to survive
I ain’t ever beat.
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