For the land,
growing up,
nobody understands.

Trouble soon follows,
push comes to shove,
memories soon making,
showing no love.

When everyone’s after,
you gotta hideout.

Knowing what’s coming,
having no doubt.

Connecting with a crew,
capturing the sound,
perfection in performing,
spreading IT around.

Word soon spreads,
picked up like the wind,
played for the masters,
rising from the sin.

The rest is history.