He's a pusher
I'm being pushed from the side
And a brother
Back back back, better back off of him
He's a flagger
He's a bandage
Pick ‘em up, show us your pocket hypocracy
In the closet
My pleasure, ‘cause my big brother don't want to see me dead
And a pusher
If I could get a bong
And a brother
Back back back, keep your back off
And a pusher
I'm being pushed from the front
And a brother
Back back back, better back off of him
Brother
In my mind there's a clearing
Black clouds flow through the grain and field and sky
And the birds only a whisper
I'm flying
Back back back
Brother
Almost
I got a gun
