This is a song about "Sand"

Givin back the sand til we center rock

I gotta know if it's real or not

The trees behind me don't do any better since they are all covered by sand

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Your girl said she wanted to play in my sand

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

And if it goes my way it will all disappear into the sand

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet

Of a convertible elopin' to get married