Show Me The Body - Six Fingers Thick

All rope no bones I geep down a well. Never Been well like a shot in the shell. Leather boot smell stories I never tell. I smile in the sun For the back of a steel. Severed from the Earth Is how I feel. I think about My lost ones before my meals. How we gunna raise their sons How we gunna deal, tethered To my pain I stress and I seal I keel – body on the ground- Death sounds kneel under no man’s Short hand a sword or a sheild. My primal word’ real, I burn spears for New York its all work and no fear he thi