Laid out on the lawn enjoying the last summer breeze,
cold nights and winter on the horizon hopin’ my buds don’t freeze.
Not sure how much longer I can survive inside this modern day prison,
surrounded by government worshipers and fake christians sowing division.
Can’t do another long winter alone captured by miles of snow,
wish’in I could escape this twilight zone ages ago.
With no one around but my dog I’m left starin’ at the forecast,
runnin’ out of time better make the decision and fast.
Watching my paperwork burn as my plan starts to come together,
packin my bags ready to step through the portal into the nether.
Thumb up hand on the leash they’re shifting down we got another ride,
hitch hiking with my best friend as we run up to the passenger side.
Another cool cat helps me out with food and a bed,
but I’m not always lucky on the road some nights I dread.
One night every hotel doin’ me dirty with their no dogs allowed sign,
can’t leave’m out in the cold or I’m a bitch with no spine.
A race against the weather my wool blanket is our only protection,
sleeping behind dumpsters hoping to avoid 5-0 detection.
Another long day we make it to a beautiful river in Texas,
sun setting as I’m cleanin’ our paws connectin’ to the nexus.
One last stretch of dessert on the way to the Mexico,
comin’ from Wisconsin look’in pale as an eskimo.
Better take a bus for the last bit of highway not tryna get burned,
lying to Greyhound my boys’a service dog ridin’ first class not concerned.
Pull’en up to the border town at 4 a.m. prepp’in our entrance,
tryn’a nap on the bridge before we claim our independence.
Lookin’ back I can’t help but see the rot and decay,
thinking about the sacrifices all I can do is prey.
But it’s just the price I pay,
destiny is callin’ me,
open up my eager eyes.
Walk’in up to the first guy I see and ask him for directions,
greeted by a big smile and broken english I’m makin’ connections.
Livin’ with a family that owns an internet cafe,
fix’in their computers an enjoying a free place to stay.
Spend’in my days with the abuelo sweep’in the street,
sellin’ clothes outa the patio chat’in to the beat.
My spanish was terrible but we still connected,
sharing his food and time with me he was highly respected.
Tossin’ tortillas to my dog had him smilin’ ear to ear,
headin’ out of town after a month lookin’ up with a tear.
Off for the jungle makin’ friends along the way,
friendly people and good food nothin’ but love on display.
Blown away by the beauty of the jungle and ocean,
swimmin’ in cenotes and lagoons feelin’ some kind of emotion.
Every time I try an leave fate denies me,
wavin’ me back to Mexico like an aggressive referee.
Got me livin’ in a welcoming little beach community,
good vibes we tradin’ plants an animals with impunity.
Working together the last few years watching it grow,
lookin’ back at the USA as they partake in the election game show.
Cheesin’ over what color tie their slave master is wearin’,
wait’in for the president to save’em I’m laughing and starin’.
Headed to the beach for some fishin’ without permission,
no permits or government approval catchin’ meat without admission.
My ducks and chickens takin’ over the streets in search of food,
like a gang they’re running the corners scoping out yards to intrude.
No one calling the police on my rooster for singin’,
gettin’ on my purpose bright an early when-he starts ringin’,
Sometimes the grass really is greener on the other side,
but they never mention it only happens when sacrifice and faith collide.
Time to stop debating with the matrix and get back to creating,
whether another country or your back yard you’ll find an adventure waiting.
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