I keep falling
for the wrong kind of love
for the wrong kind of smile.
And the wrong kind of gravity
so easily trips up a fool like me.
All these leaves keep changing color
governments keep killing our brothers, our mothers
black snakes rise, don’t tread on me, don’t tread on me
Men keep droning,
spewing their constant disease
that money honey
will meet all of our pressing needs.
Easy to drink in their lies
but oil won’t sympathize
don’t choke on me, don’t choke on me