The Downward Road (feat. Demeanor)

Now look at our old wicked fathers Thought they were doin' mighty well But when they come to find out They done made up a bed in Hell Now the downward road is Crowded, crowded, crowded Crowded, Lord, believe it's so Crowded, crowded, crowded Crowded, Lord, believe it's so Gather 'round, gather 'round Lo, I've seen what the trickster hid Hear the sound of a king tryna get it The water rising, surrounding everybody that's in it And little Silas wanna comе home All he got is a cot that he drum on Wholе family poor, he was taught not to run from it When you come from it (when you come from it) And the king ain't never alone A feeling Silas thought that he never would know The king mean, said he homegrown That his upbringing showed him it all, it's nothing he don't know The water rose, but he a old soul He feel like he seen everything (I've seen everything) He been outside like a evergreen As for Silas, he just want a chance The king got the means to, but he don't wanna ask Silas got older and took over, the same king in the story Still running from his past Now look at my old grasping ruler Thought he was doin' mighty well But when he come to find out He done made up a bed in Hell Well, the downward road is Crowded, crowded, crowded Crowded, Lord, believe it's so Crowded, crowded, crowded Crowded, Lord, believe it's so Gather round, gather round Lo, I've seen what the trickster hid In a town where a means to a end would amount to a piece of the pie Joe and Louie like peas in a pod, they wanna even the odds They heard about the water rising Made a plan to take advantage, had to enterprise it Saw an opportunity, Louie was set, as soon as Joey said, "It's a bet" We can sell a boat, and can sell a boatload more for sure If we never settle the debt, lo and behold and nevertheless, the water rose Probably shoulda known the quickest thing that would sink The irony is, is probably a pot of gold By the end the means made the man, the sin, the pain When it's too late to do what you can Ain't no making amends, the king know He bought one of them boats, too, the king know Now look at us, my wicked brothers We think we're doing mighty well But when we come to find out We done made up a bed in Children, the downward road is Crowded, crowded, crowded Crowded, Lord, believe it's so Crowded, crowded, crowded Crowded, Lord, believe it's so Crowded, crowded, crowded Crowded, Lord, believe it's so Crowded, crowded, crowded Crowded, Lord, believe it's so