Can't hardly wait

[bammasmooth]

Gather round mason jar
mountain tales
My brother thats
not my brother sat on the deck
of a house that aint built
of ma baby that aint met
and we cut young ones hair
he sat on recycling bin, she swept upt
the 7 year hairs and smiled
brother and I drank where you can still
see the stars
through night sky thats pure
oh aint that irony
or something like that
no need for dem words where were going
Some things, you gotta ern
Some things, they aint gone come so easy
Brother and I tip mason jar and talk
mountains, times Mr. Ripp sank slippin teath
on our pale palms
Mason smiles, babe smiles
young ones got a new cut
school starts next wednesday
wind aint gone carry us there
brother bleeds while I yell
Hallelujah
shout
the weight