The grass ain’t greener on the other side
Global warming destruction leaves no place to hide
What the system fails to see is that when these animals die
The extinction isn’t just on them but it affects our own lives
Trump, you know, that right?
Still yet we tryna fight?
The air is getting tight
The birds are taking flight
Because they know about the show we’ll undergo
It ain’t no joke, so grab your folk and let them know
So, we can prevent this tremendous blow
Hook: Lotta' Mae
To kill, steal, and destroy is the devil’s task
But we are helping his destruction and he doesn’t even have to ask
How we treat this land we live upon is imperative
Or we’re not gonna have a place to stay which means we wouldn’t live
Verse 2: Broken Coaltrain
Your heart is dirtier than water in Flint
The town you represent, got them feeling resent
Collected your votes, then dipped out like smoke and
The people looking bleak
While the levees have broke
We got a massacre upon us
Fed lies about who harmed us
Drinking acidic bottled garbage
Slowly loosing our harvests
When I ask you what you doing looking scared as can be
Your insecure and rather drowned it out with the news
But brother listen to me
The world's full of greater truths
God gave us fruit
Instead we wanted power and lust, booze
You poison our food daily
Cash crops they cannot save us
Mass death of many creatures occupying the sea
Even convinced you to hate me for my beliefs
That what they want seeing ya own as enemies
But which the floods rising
The people see through your lies
Mass government despising
While bees and children due
Hook: Lotta' Mae
To kill, steal, and destroy is the devil’s task
But we are helping his destruction and he doesn’t even have to ask
How we treat this land we live upon is imperative
Or we’re not gonna have a place to stay which means we wouldn’t live
Verse 3: Mama Lou
The owners and masters of old King Coal
Took our mommies and daddies role
They stole our culture and all of our land
Raping and destroying, do you understand??
And when it became useless they gave it back
We could only cope by using dope and the crack
We were left with an absolute nothing
Our dignity now a shell, untrusting
Now the owners of the black liquid gold
Want to repeat the same saga of old
A grab for more land from our native brothers
So pipeline can be laid, but not near their mothers
Promises made of no damage or spillage
Trust their handshake there will be no carnage
Sell those stories like an old western medicine man
The victims, once again, our tribes of Native Americans
Breakdown: Mama Lou, Lotta' Mae & Broken Coaltrain
How we treat this land we live upon is imperative
Or we’re not gonna have a place to stay which means we wouldn’t live
Agents of change, acapella range,
Finding those community unity solutions to
Destruction
Reclaim the land, raise your fists and stand
Promoting the process of recycle and
