Sons Of Texas

Baptized In The Rio Grande

Sons Of Texas


Way down
Bred by bloodsuckers
And dying trees that scream
"You'll never see past scrutiny.”
Way down
Absorb the sun
Radiate then peel away
Way down

Concrete flows like water
It don't falter
To manifest jungles of steel

Born and raised
In the bowels of the states
Where glory days
And doom are hand in hand
When I've lost my way
All I need, is within me
Born and raised
Baptized in the rio grande

Weighed down
Hope holds no water
We don't bother to
Feed the seed within our hearts
Weighed down
By blood, lies, pride and politics
We are weighed down

Lest we become fruitless
Lest we don't succeed
Anchored in complacence
We forever sink