Cicada Dub

[Verse 1]
The cicada hum a low-end frequency static,
Like a Kingston sound system buried in the attic.
The July air, thick as molasses and regret,
Sweat on the bottle, a silhouette.
Weaving my own tap-root through this sun-scorched loam,
Building a different kinda home.

[Chorus]
They call this heartland, but the blood run island-strong,
Singin' cicada dub, where the new roots belong.

[Verse 2]
Got the Highland mist in my bourbon on the porch swing,
Hear the ghost of a piper in the way the power lines sing.
These tangled branches of the magnolia tree,
Throwin' down shade that feel like memory.
This kudzu crown, it just keep on creepin',
A green promise over what the concrete's keepin'.

[Chorus]
They call this heartland, but the blood run island-strong,
Singin' cicada dub, where the new roots belong.

[Bridge]
Some see a stranger's vine, chokin' out the pine,
I see a new kinda shade, a different design.

[Outro]
Yeah, the bassline deep... inna di cicada sleep.