Bury Me On A Backroad (Dubfluencer Remix)

[Intro] "Yeah... from the concrete jungle to the countryside..." "Man a travel the rough road..." "But the destination is internal." "Dubfluencer... Zion await." [Chorus] [Lead vocal: soulful, raspy tenor with heavy harmonies] I might never come back home So if I die, draped in all of my gold Bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone 'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave I don't want my family to go through that pain So bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone [Verse 1 – The Prodigy Verse] [Delivery: aggressive fast sing-jay, 16th notes to triplets] [Pattern A – holorime & percussive phonetics] Look... Me say the glitter and the gold is a bitter anecdote But when the finger uncurl, me see the vanity unfurl [Pattern B – triplet flow acceleration] Babylon a pirate and them comin' for the treasure chest Put a heavy metal on the level of the spirit, yes Dig a little hole in the middle of the wilderness Bury up the body, make the spirit convalesce [Pattern C – melodic bounce & internal rhyme] Me walk the cobble-stone, me heart is a monolith Inside the catacombs, me readin' the hieroglyph Them claim they own the throne, but that is a comic myth Because the flesh and bone is just a temporary gift [Pattern D – rapid-fire staccato] They say me come up out the mud like a pollywog But now me steppin' through the fog like a demigod Me treat the wicked and the bad like a catalog Delete them errors from the log, turn the analog [Chorus] [Add horn stabs and crowd-style ad-libs] I might never come back home So if I die, draped in all of my gold (Leave the vanity!) Bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone (No name, only nature!) 'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave I don't want my family to go through that pain So bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone [Bridge] [Music strips back to bass and drums, heavy dub delay throws on key phrases] (No name on the stone...) (Echo: stone... stone...) (The spirit fly home...) (No name on the stone...) (No name on the stone...) (King H.I.M. sit on the throne...) (No name on the stone...) (No name on the stone...) [Verse 2] [Feel: adapted to reggae swing groove] I've been cut, I've been crossed, I've been left, I've been lost In the valley of the shadow, paying the cost I had people I love look me dead in the eye Fix up them lip and then tell me a lie But karma is a gunman, the reaper don't miss I greet the judgement with a righteous kiss Tell my babies I love 'em, Jah guide and protect Every error was a lesson that we had to correct [Outro] [Horns swell majestic and final; guitar skank fades with long reverb] No name on the stone... (I ask you and the lord To Burry me Burry me in the backroad) I ask you and the lord To Burry me Burry me in the backroad I ask you and the lord To Burry me Burry me in the backroad Back ROAD