This is a song about "Bushes"

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark

Some one jumps out to the bushes to find me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I'm not religious but believe burning bushes

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies