Six Feet Is Too Shallow

They say six feet’s where it ends, Wooden box and buried sins. Cold dirt tucked up to your chin — That’s where silence settles in.

But I’ve been lower than that ground, Still came back without a sound. You think a hole can hold a man Who never needed land?

Graveyards whisper when I pass, Headstones lean in cracked-up grass.

Six feet is too shallow for me, Too soft, too close to free. You can dig that dirt all day, It won’t make a cage of me. I’ve lived deeper than the grave, I’ve walked darker than the sea. Six feet is too shallow — Too shallow for me.

I’ve laid flat beneath the night, Felt that weight, that choking tight. But breath is stubborn in my chest — And I don’t rest like the rest.

Preacher spoke above my name, Tried to close the book in flame. But pages don’t burn that easy When they’re carved in stone and steel.

You can measure death in inches, You can measure fear in feet — But you can’t measure what I carry When I walk these streets.

Six feet is too shallow for me, Too clean, too polite. I’ve slept in deeper shadows Than your coldest night. If you want me underground, Better dig infinity. Six feet is too shallow — Too shallow for me.

Shovel hits. Dirt falls. Men pray. I stand tall.

Six feet is too shallow for me, Too weak to make me stay. You can pile the earth sky-high — I’ll still find my way. No stone carved straight enough, No grave wide enough to be — Six feet is too shallow…

Too shallow for me.

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