God's Country

State trooper thinks i drive too fast

Pulled me over to tell me so

I say out here on the prairie

Any speed is too slow

I miss Brooklyn i miss my crew

Let's start over

I missed my cue

Guess I just forgot

Who I was talking to

I should have recognized

That fierce look in his eyes

I've seen it in the mirror

So many times

He's going to put his two cents in

'cause he's got a gun

But I'm gonna put in three

'cause history owes me one

Guess I came out here to see some

Stuff for myself

I mean, why leave the telling

Up to everybody else

This may be god's country

But it's my country too

Move over Mr. holiness

And let the little people through

Thank you for serving and protecting

The likes of me

Thank you for the ticket

Now can I leave?

You know I have left everywhere

I have ever been

I don't really recommend it though

Not like anyone asked me

Maybe you and I

Will meet again someday

I've been known to

Come down this road

Call it destiny

And then again

Maybe not

I don't know