Downright - Trails and Ways

How’d you like to take me under

that all locked-up city?

Heard about what you’re doing down there,

but try and bring me up to speed.

Is there somewhere we could talk freely?

Suspend my disbelief.

It’s downright unconscionable.

You feel me?

Don’t let em get you down.

They hold you tight, and they call it legal.

You feel me?

Don’t let em get you down.

Yeah you know me the printing press,

with no circulation.

A club PA without a low end.

Can you hear me out there?

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In this heavy state, nah, I don’t feel right.

No kind of altitude seems to make it right.

A healthy heart cannot make it right.

Even the brush of you does not make it right.

A boring wealth doesn’t make it right.

A graceful wealth does not make it right.

My good words do not make it right.

But if I put it like this, you know I think I might

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