Gorangutang

Smokey Tha Bear

(VERSE 1)

TRA’ZAE

Man I’m so tired of this shit if I went to sleep I’d hibernate.

This shit driving me crazy like a drunk on an interstate.

You see my life is crazy no emotion with and iron face.

Till I’m shooting at the icehouse with the fire gates.

Coming’ straight from the plantation.

Sometimes I feel like an ape in a mans nation

Tryna pick up from my plate but my hands shaking,

and I feel like imma faint cause I haven’t ate shit

Hungry Hungary like the country! Pondering, wondering when I’m gonna be?

Able to be relieved from this grief and be free from this cage?

Beast from the streets in these sheets on a damn rampage!

Rebuke the evil! Hot head like an e-­pill.

Sick of this venomous poisonous destroying us! Employing us!

Workers for lurkers murders and killing us!

Silently, violently try and be aware now!

I see one on the flag but where are the bears now?

Probably hibernating, and hiding from hunters hatin,

surviving by diving in lakes and fishing without debating!

scraping up change to maintain riding the bus!

all through the city like skate cause grinding’s a must!

(CHORUS)

Hush! Here come them peeps. They burning down trees.

And that’s a different kind of smoke.

They want a different kind of dough so

Hush! Here come them peeps. They burning down trees.

And that’s a different kind of smoke.

They want a different kind of dough!

(VERSE 2)
WILLIAM THOREN

Oregon looks like tree farm,

cause its all been cut at least once, but its re-grown

When I say re-grown, it’s more like transformed,

into a mono-crop landscape with little old growth.

Now what is old growth?

It means it’s never been cut before and although there’s little left,

People keep on taking more

They won’t stop until every redwood is changed into a board,

And every wild river’s dammed, please help us lord

They’d rather see us locked in jail

Than in a tree scheduled for the mill,

And for some coal they’d blow up a hill,

Or a whole entire mountain range lets be real

They will stop at nothing,

Fueled by our habits of over consumption.

The palm oil demand of candy bar fans is killing orangutans by the bunches,

And my hunch is

Nobody really cares about these things,

Cause if they did, they’d purchase different

And they’d change the wasteful side of traditions

Such as Halloween and Christmas

A bunch plastic, manufactured things used once,

Before it’s all thrown in ditches

(CHORUS)

Hush! Here come them peeps. They burning down trees.

And that’s a different kind of smoke.

They want a different kind of dough so

Hush! Here come them peeps. They burning down trees.

And that’s a different kind of smoke.

They want a different kind of dough!

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