Hobo is my hobby, barefoot in the soot
No name, No numbers, Everything I took
Lumber in my joints, flex above my head
I got that funky stench before I’m dead
Nothing to worry, sun soaked skin
No hands to point the direction
Of time, who needs that shit?
Got my rice, got my friend, in my pocket
Riches are for bitches give them to the dogs
Spending my time laying on a log
Stuck in a web of electronics
Some say plague I say bubonic
A blue bonnet for peep and her sheep
Simple is the way and the rhythm we keep
Alive and I’d rather die
Then see my body in a cubicle hive
Motha Fucka don’t got clean socks, can’t knock me off, I’m on top
I am at one
Motha Fucka don’t you see my jaw, fort is court, our time is short
I’m not angry
I can’t complain, even though I got burnt beans
I love the way, and I know what living means
It’s all the same, and I got my burnt beans
I’ve got today, and that is all I need
Living like desolation Williams
Living in the moment don’t need films
Do what I want at my will
Breath not so fresh but still
I move on with my life
Not a worry not a strife not thinking twice
I am a dog but don’t need your bone
High and holy on a tree stump throne
Nature nurtures all my needs
N over D I love green
Furnish the forest decorate the cave
Sexy mother earth I am your slave
Stayin in a world with Mr. Trees
Aint got no place to be
But home, and that’s where I stand
Tribing up with a medicine man
Motha Fucka don’t got clean socks, can’t knock me off, I’m on top
I am at one
Motha Fucka don’t you see my jaw, fort is court, our time is short
I’m not angry
I can’t complain, even though I got burnt beans
I love the way, and I know what living means
It’s all the same, and I got my burnt beans
I’ve got today, and that is all I need