acteal ‘97 and the one tin soldier (stay high) [calling us down from the mountains but we’re not listening] ima send this out for the appalachian before the last laugh i get 40 lashings before the ratpack puts the whack in fashion we rep johnny cash; there’s no need to cash in mind if my rhymes gonna lack punch lines? take my time cuz it’s mine; let me dim light shine 40 watts what i gots, so i meet deadlines 40s, glocks, trigger cocked, how they make headlines you heard and I wrote this, the words not for show biz the media and greedier labels won't promote this got pockets full of lyrics in my head unwritten but sit and listen cuz instead i'm spittin we paid less, but i say this, to the street corners if the onus ain’t on us, then know this, we're goners CHORUS real parallels to the one tin soldier V2 ima send this out for the high sierra bring the ruckus suckas and the terror, the terror the dove not the cannon is way more canonical the war is waging - purely economical greedy nation, what mediation is for i spit it straight, the candor i stand for we keep the peak and don't demand more like jabba the hutt i release the the rancor man of peace or a pacifier appeaser, the breeze or rev the righteous fire cain or abel, fight or enable stopping or watching as they run the table didn't choose my team, it was chosen for me for sure we wanna skip the sordid courting and whoring, good morning, did i catch you snoring? stay awake for god's sake; satan's rain is pouring CHORUS the truths in the tale of the one tin soldier V3 ima send this out for the himalaya la playa, inspired by the zapa-maya tebetian resettelin, ccp distortions chinese policies - force abortions say what i need on my knees in sorrow pray i don't need to pray for peace tomorrow estas listo en la sangre de cristo copper canyon, my grandson, wasatch for cops watch out from the outposts of foxes and birds bombard boulevards and streets with these words stay high in the mountains above the fray they seek as we find, come and go as we stay got no time so i run with my naked wrist no clothes, so I close and raise my clenched fist i was raised and will stay close to a way missed if i stray home is razed, so i praise, get the gist CHORUS up high it is colder but as we get older real parallels to the one tin soldier the truths in the tale of the one tin soldier