Minnesota Blues: Where I'm From

I'm not the Minnesota type A small towner who likes large crowds and Towns that are countless, found my sound in Crowns of mountains, trees and lakes, just thousands Trust I've counted, a stranger ranger Affinity with cages, infinite in labor Words as vivid as the wars I've lived Course it's all relative, but it's all I can give Ain't that timid, reap the deep to sleep Keep my feet tapping beats, to rap on the cheap Lost in a racin' brain 'til my days end Pace to face it, no chase to be paid when I don't wanna swim, winter's gonna win Hymns stomp prints in the gym of Prince, lived Hill City, Coleraine, Grand Rapids Duluth, Chaska, and last, Chanhassen That's where my past is, that's where my tracks sit Never passive, a flash that stands in A trash bin craft, exist in art Asomniatic, yawn addict, listen to his heart