This is a song about "Brown"

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

If north is up and south is down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

I'm brown and i like curry

Perhaps it's just a fantasy