Verse 1:

Looking out the window, shades of grey, thoughts of rain
Watching nervous people, scared to be, more than sane
Clouds hiding what's hopeful, certainty, in the same
Ways of being normal, underneath, weathered pain

Patterns of abuse, blood and tears, paint the oddities
Value in the hues, art is there in the tragedy
Souls are meant to view, drawing near, to the remedy
It's hard to excuse, what you hear, when the mind is bleak

Feed trauma, by hurt mama's, and broken fathers
Work harder, to see dollars, paying for problems
Why bother, cus' in squalor, we search for honor
Be greater, what you ponder, controls the nature

Is it wild, in habitat, fighting instincts
Stay a while, see where we at left clicking links
Bless the child, who bring us back, from off the brink
See it now, starting to ask, who knew the risk

Hook:

3x Get down, a get down, a get down yeah

Get down yeah

Handing you a shovel, while I think yeah
Burying this trouble, under beats here
Treasure for the humble, with a good ear
Dirty ways of people keeping faith near

Verse 2:

Seeing people, set in ways, in the mold, of a slave
Chains are subtle, keep you tame, 'til you sold, off display
To the trouble, of today, hard to hold, to what's saved
When we fumble, to repay, what we owe, to this place

That made us, who we are, with the stitching, of our scars
The labor, we endure, for the wages, meant to stir
Behavior, a doer, known for making, what's worth more
Than paper, consumers, taking meaning from the store

Creating value, for this rare rhythm, that moves through
The things you hold true, familiar kisses, betray you
Love is the issue, it's the conditions, that trick you
This message faithful, there's no resistance, to this tool

For digging under, what you stand on, for clout
We finding treasure, for the poor soul, with doubt
Such an endeavor, to find the whole, amount
Taking you deeper, is the whole goal, for now

Hook:

3x Get down, a get down, a get down yeah

Get down yeah

Handing you a shovel, while I think yeah
Burying this trouble, under beats here
Treasure for the humble, with a good ear
Dirty ways of people keeping faith near