Honey Hills

I grew up in a town next to the honey hills

In a farmers town on a fruitful land

I never left these hills when I was young

In here on one day they will lay down my bones

In my hometown there isn't any perfection I knew

But we don't mind to have a straight point of view

So we chased all racists out of our town

No killing cops pushing our people on the ground

When I grew older I saw D.C. was up in flames

An angry crowd and a raging convoy of chains

The rich and the poor were loading their guns

A dark decade within a war has begun

I lost my faith

Oh this civil war it must end right now

I grew up in a town next to the honey hills

In a farmers town on a fruitful land

I will never leave this city until this war will end

Until this day I will stay drunk with my friends

Oh oh oh oh