A song from the perspective of a tree in my neighborhood. If I had more time I would have incorporated the gentrification angle.
I'm a tree. In your neighborhood. Twindly, twisted misunderstood.
Rooted. Into the ground. Of all the things here, I'm the oldest around.
Twindly twisted, misunderstood. I'm an old tree in your neighborhood.
I had my friends here. You chopped us down. The whites were here first, now you're black and brown. Twindly twisted, misunderstood. I'm just an old tree in your neighborhood.
Maybe if I was a cell phone, you'd leave me alone. But in this life, I'm just a tree. Providing nothing but the oxygen you need to breathe.
I'm just an old tree, in your neighborhood. Twindly twisted. Misunderstood. Rooted. Into the ground. OF all the things here, I'm the oldest around.
@jojosaturday Feb 2022
good, it sounds spiritual. We need trees for maple syrup, shade, and pollen. Keep rockn'