Hogue

(Verse 1) In the heart of Portland, where the rain softly falls, There's a basement dweller, quietly cranking their hog. Surrounded by vinyl, in a low-light monologue, Finding peace in the rhythm, a hidden epilogue. (Chorus) Cranking my hog, in my own special way, Beneath the bustling city, where I lay. With posters on the walls, and a nostalgic fog, My basement refuge, cranking my hog. (Verse 2) Through the seasons, with the drizzle and the fog, The beats keep spinning, a daily catalogue. In my underground haven, away from the smog, Life's simple pleasures, cranking my hog. (Chorus) Cranking my hog, beneath the city's façade, In a world of my own, uniquely odd. With the rain as my companion, in a perpetual jog, I find my truth, cranking my hog. (Outro) So here's to the eccentric souls, in the Portland fog. With a turn of the wrist, and a heartful monologue, We keep on thriving, cranking our hog.