Directions

I asked my Father once Where his rock bottom was He asked why, I said because If I know how to get there I’ll know how not to I won’t be like You Trippin over risen roots With my worn and weathered boots Hand me your map, what you got? A tree, river, or X on the spot I promise I’m NOT going down like that So where’s that hidden valley at? He said: “It’s really not that hard to find, Just a holler past Cloud Nine. Can’t miss it.