THE PEW ESTATE

People ask where the estate is That's the wrong question They want an address, we givin' 'em an arrangement Anybody can rent a room, call it an achievement What can't be bought is the standard in the circle The trust between the people, that's the only miracle A venue gets rented, a night gets planned But who you call at three AM, that ain't somethin' you demand That's earned, that's built, that's carried through the years We don't exist by address, we exist by who appears We are Pew Estate, an arrangement not a place The right people, the right standard, away from all the noise Ask us for the address, we'll tell you there's not one Just a circle with a code, and co-ordinates, not a home We are Pew Estate, we move where we decide The address was never the point, the circle is the guide We are Pew Estate, an arrangement not a place Coordinates, not an address, that's the only case A company of people who hold each other to somethin No ceiling on the trust, no limit on what's comin We don't gather 'cause of where we happen to be standin We gather 'cause of who is standin' there commandin' respect, demandin' nothin Away from anyone who never earned the room Away from all the noise that tries to fill a vacuum The right people, right place, that's a formula you can't fake That's why the address was never really at stake Not really a location Really just a circle The circle decides where it goes But we do have co-ordinates We are Pew Estate, an arrangement not a place The right people, the right standard, away from all the noise Ask us for the address, we'll tell you there's not one Just a circle with a code, and co-ordinates, not a home We are Pew Estate, we move where we decide The address was never the point, the circle is the guide We are Pew Estate, an arrangement not a place Coordinates, not an address, that's the only case Not a destination An arrangement We do have co-ordinates

Yeah.. Central Florida Palmetto and pine, that's the sound Headlamp cutting through the flatwoods, quiet Thermal on the scope, I don't hunt on a diet Truck parked off the fire road, engine still tickin Solo in the palmetto, every sense is kickin Green Swamp, Kissimmee prairie, Ocala line Cypress domes holdin' secrets since way back in time Rooter tracks in the mud, fresh as this mornin Hundred and eighty pounds, ain't even a warnin Wind check first, movin' slow and steady Glass up on the clearing, breathin' calm and ready Boots in the muck, rifle already raised Central Florida raised me, this the code I'm praised Feed the family, feed the freezer, feed the block No waste in these woods, that's the only law I clock We ride at night, thermal in the sky Palmetto scratchin, stars up high Hog down heavy, that's the harvest song Central Florida, this where we belong Boar in the brush, we been huntin' since a young'un Grind it, smoke it, share it, that's the runnin We ride at night, thermal in the sky Central Florida, this where we belong Side by side rollin' through the scrub at midnight Palmetto rakin' the doors, that's the price you pay for the ride Boar been rootin' up the pasture, tearin' up the fence line Rancher called us up, said come handle business, one time We ain't sport huntin, this a job that feeds the county Cracklins in the pan, that Boston butt got bounty Knife work clean, respect the animal, respect the land Every hunt a lesson passed down from an older hand Daddy had a Winchester, I got a thermal scope Same swamp, same dirt, same hundred year old hope One shot, clean drop, adrenaline risin Central Florida nights, ain't nothin' surprisin We been doin' this since before the interstate came through Boar in the brush, that's a story that stays true Palmetto, cypress, mud up to the knee Ain't no city livin' gon' ever teach you what these woods can teach Hog down, woods quiet, headlamp cuts to black Load the truck, ride home, ain't never lookin' back We ride at night, thermal in the sky Palmetto scratchin, stars up high Hog down heavy, that's the harvest song Central Florida, this where we belong Boar in the brush, we been huntin' since a young'un Grind it, smoke it, share it, that's the runnin We ride at night, thermal in the sky Central Florida, this where we belong Central Florida Hog country

August first Season open Charlotte County, we on the way Five AM Miami, truck already runnin Coolers in the bed, ice already comin Two three hours up the state, that's the ride Stop for bags of ice, keep the meat preserved right Alligator Alley to US 27, straight through the flats Windows down, radio low, mind already locked in Season starts today, August first, no waitin Central Florida callin, that's the invitation Gas station stop, top off, grab a coffee Gear checked twice, rifle case full and ready Pull up to the gate, dust kickin' off the tires Charlotte County ground, that's where the season fires August first, we ridin' out the door Season open, we been waitin' for Pew Culture pullin' up, always ready to go hard Fuck some shit up, that's the season we chargin Coolers full, engine hot, we been ready since the spring Central Florida season, that's the only thing August first, we ridin' out the door Season open, that's what we came here for Pew Culture already parked, already unloaded Been talkin' about this drive since the season closed it He don't play, he don't wait, he don't hesitate First one geared up standin' at the gate Repping Pew Estate discipline out here on new ground Same respect for the land wherever the season's found Handshake, gear check, map out the morning plan Two trucks, two coolers, one plan between two men Sun ain't even up and the energy's electric Charlotte County flatwoods, mission already set with Season open, August first, everything on the line Two three hours from Miami, right on time Alligator Alley to the back road, back road to the gate Charlotte County sunrise, we don't hesitate Coolers packed with ice before the coolers packed with meat August first is personal, that's a promise that we keep August first, we ridin' out the door Season open, we been waitin' for Pew Culture pullin' up, always ready to go hard Fuck some shit up, that's the season we chargin Coolers full, engine hot, we been ready since the spring Central Florida season, that's the only thing August first, we ridin' out the door Season open, that's what we came here for August first Charlotte County Season open

Yeah... Central Florida... Pick your poison... Three-oh-eight in the truck rack thirty-aught-six in the safe Two-seventy for the long shots five-five-six for the range day Remington seven hundred Winchester Model 70 Ruger American loaded Browning X-Bolt already ready see Christensen Arms for the reach Tikka for the trigger Every brand got a story every barrel got a figure Savage Axis in the back seat sling still on it Twelve gauge slug for the brush when they're runnin' and you want it Central Florida woods don't care about your label Long as you put it down clean and you can stand at the table Pick your caliber pick your brand pick your season Every gun in this truck got its own damn reason Caliber country we don't discriminate Three-oh-eight or a forty-five any brand any weight Remington Ruger Winchester Colt It ain't about the name it's about the shot Caliber country out where the palmetto grow Pick your poison pull the trigger let it go Caliber country we don't discriminate Long as it's clean long as it's respect long as it's straight Now let me tell you 'bout my boy Peter wild one for sure Grew up huntin' since a kid ain't never been unsure Took his daddy's old 1911 forty-five ACP Crawled on his belly through the palmetto quiet as can be No rifle no scope just iron and nerve Inch by inch through the scrub didn't flinch didn't swerve Boar never saw him comin' that close range respect One shot forty-five that's a story you don't forget Pistol hunting ain't for everybody that's the truth Peter did it with his Pop's gun straight up proof Pew Estate is us we tell that one at the fire Belly crawl with a 1911 that's the definition of desire Take your time breathe send it follow up That's the fundamentals don't matter the make-up Don't matter the brand don't matter the name Every gun in the safe got a piece of the game Colt to a Weatherby iron sight to a scope Central Florida caliber that's the only code Caliber country we don't discriminate Three-oh-eight or a forty-five any brand any weight Remington Ruger Winchester Colt It ain't about the name it's about the shot Caliber country out where the palmetto grow Pick your poison pull the trigger let it go Caliber country we don't discriminate Long as it's clean long as it's respect long as it's straight Forty-five ACP... Three-oh-eight... Caliber country...

Yeah.. camp fire burnin Scotch bonnet and pimento wood We with the Pew Estate, we bout to eat good Boar down clean, that's the harvest law Load the truck, back to camp before the sun withdraw Scotch bonnet, scallion, thyme all in the grinder Allspice and garlic, this the Jamaican reminder Marinade sittin' overnight, meat done drinkin' it in Pimento wood stacked and ready, let the smoke begin This ain't fast food, this a ritual, this a rite Central Florida camp, jerk pork smokin' through the night Cast iron drum turnin, coals glowin' orange and red Rice and peas on the side, coconut milk and thyme Every man round the fire waitin' to be fed No shortcuts in the process, no rushin' what it takes Patience make the pork fall soft right off the flame it makes The feast, the feast, we been waitin' all day Jerk pork smokin' the Jamaican way Woods to the fire, harvest to the plate The feast, the feast, we don't hesitate Scotch bonnet burnin, pimento in the air Central Florida camp, everybody share The feast, the feast, we been waitin' all day Woods to the fire, that's the only way We are The Pew Estate, we cook it the same tradition Member Day or camp night, same respect, same mission Scallion chopped fine, allspice berries crushed by hand Every seasoning tell a story older than the land Jerk pan smokin' low and slow beside the palmetto Whole crew gathered round, nobody eatin' solo Fried dumplin' crispy, restin' right beside the plate Steam cabbage in the pot, carrot and cabbage, combined and great Foil off the pork, steam risin' like a blessing Cast iron plate service, everybody testin, guessin "Who seasoned this" they ask, already knowin' the answer Central Florida meets the islands, that's the flavor dancer Nothin' go to waste, from the field to the fire Every bite a tribute, every plate a choir Pimento smoke risin' slow into the trees Central Florida quiet except the fire and the breeze Festival fried golden, sweet and crispy on the side This the reward after the patience and the wait The feast don't come easy, that's why the feast so great The feast, the feast, we been waitin' all day Jerk pork smokin' the Jamaican way Woods to the fire, harvest to the plate The feast, the feast, we don't hesitate Scotch bonnet burnin, pimento in the air Central Florida camp, everybody share The feast, the feast, we been waitin' all day Woods to the fire, that's the only way Miami is here, ready to eat Orlando is here, ready to eat Dominica is here, ready to eat Virginia is here, ready to eat A Haitian guy is here with a jar of pikliz, waiting for a plate The feast Woods to the fire Nuh waste nutten out here

There's a kind of person they don't make enough of anymore The kind who shows up before the sun does The kind who doesn't talk about the work, they just do it Hands cracked. Body sore. Standing tall anyway This isn't a place for soft hands and safe opinions This is The Pew Estate Built by people who understand that comfort is earned, not given That respect isn't inherited, it's built Brick by brick. Rep by rep. Day by day Out here, sweat is currency Out here, your word still means something Out here, we don't chase easy, we chase real Real work. Real grit. Real people So get your hands dirty Because that's where the truth lives That's where legacy is made Welcome to The Pew Estate.

There's a kind of person, don't make 'em like before The one who's up with the sunrise, ready for more Don't talk about the work, no, they just walk through that door Hands cracked, body sore, still standing tall This ain't no place for soft hands, no safe talk at all We are The Pew Estate, yeah, we heed the call Built by people who know comfort ain't free Respect not given, it's built steady Brick by brick, day by day, that's the key Out here sweat is currency Out here your word still carries weight We don't chase easy, we chase what's real and great Real work, real grit, real people So get your hands dirty, let it be 'Cause that's where the truth lives, that's legacy We are The Pew Estate

Florida weather don't warn nobody Left my rain boots on the porch like a dumbass Left my rain boots settin' right there by the door Realized it out at camp, ain't goin' back for more Socks soaked through before the sun even came up Squelchin' in my regular boots, that's my rotten luck Sky went from clear to ugly in about four minutes flat Florida don't do warnings, it just does like that Hurricane season out here, everybody knows the deal Except me apparently, standin' here soaked to the heel Wrong weather, wrong boots, wrong day to forget Florida gon' getcha when you least expect Wrong weather, wet socks, prayin' on my gear Gulf Coast, Space Coast, Panhandle storms, that's the only fear Wrong weather, wrong weather, out here anyway Wrong weather, wrong weather, hunt don't wait a day Got my fancy optic mounted, cost me half a check Label swears it's waterproof, guess we bout to test Rain comin' sideways now, wind pickin' up a fit Prayin' to whatever's listenin' that seal is legit Packed in a hurry, left half my bag at home Only one pair of pants for this whole weekend, alone If these get soaked or torn I'm huntin' in a towel Florida weather laughin' at me right about now My four by four let me down the last time out Stuck axle deep, had a winch and still had doubt We are Pew Estate, but even we don't get a pass But everywhere else in this state it's a gamble every night Truck better handle it this time, or so I'm hopin' hard Rain season Florida turns a fire road to a graveyard Wipers goin' full speed, can barely see the tree line Storm this heavy, half the camp done called it, packed up, left it behind But I'm still out here, wet socks, one pair of pants Bettin' on a waterproof scope and a little bit of chance This is Florida huntin, this the price we pay Wrong weather every season, we go anyway Wrong weather, wrong boots, wrong day to forget Florida gon' getcha when you least expect Wrong weather, wet socks, prayin' on my gear Gulf Coast, Space Coast, Panhandle storms, that's the only fear Wrong weather, wrong weather, out here anyway Wrong weather, wrong weather, hunt don't wait a day Wrong weather Wet socks and all Still got the hog though

Florida weather don't warn nobody Left my rain boots on the porch like a dumbass Left my rain boots settin' right there by the door Realized it out at camp, ain't goin' back for more Socks soaked through before the sun even came up Squelchin' in my regular boots, that's my rotten luck Sky went from clear to ugly in about four minutes flat Florida don't do warnings, it just does like that Hurricane season out here, everybody knows the deal Except me apparently, standin' here soaked to the heel Wrong weather, wrong boots, wrong day to forget Florida gon' getcha when you least expect Wrong weather, wet socks, prayin' on my gear Gulf Coast, Space Coast, Panhandle storms, that's the only fear Wrong weather, wrong weather, out here anyway Wrong weather, wrong weather, hunt don't wait a day Got my fancy optic mounted, cost me half a check Label swears it's waterproof, guess we bout to test Rain comin' sideways now, wind pickin' up a fit Prayin' to whatever's listenin' that seal is legit Packed in a hurry, left half my bag at home Only one pair of pants for this whole weekend, alone If these get soaked or torn I'm huntin' in a towel Florida weather laughin' at me right about now My four by four let me down the last time out Stuck axle deep, had a winch and still had doubt We are Pew Estate, but even we don't get a pass But everywhere else in this state it's a gamble every night Truck better handle it this time, or so I'm hopin' hard Rain season Florida turns a fire road to a graveyard Wipers goin' full speed, can barely see the tree line Storm this heavy, half the camp done called it, packed up, left it behind But I'm still out here, wet socks, one pair of pants Bettin' on a waterproof scope and a little bit of chance This is Florida huntin, this the price we pay Wrong weather every season, we go anyway Wrong weather, wrong boots, wrong day to forget Florida gon' getcha when you least expect Wrong weather, wet socks, prayin' on my gear Gulf Coast, Space Coast, Panhandle storms, that's the only fear Wrong weather, wrong weather, out here anyway Wrong weather, wrong weather, hunt don't wait a day Wrong weather Wet socks and all Still got the hog though

Oya... they say Florida packed its bags... Moved right on next to the sun... Stepped outside at seven, already sweatin' through my shirt Ain't even scoutin' yet and my socks already hurt Camo soaked before I even hit the tree line Florida summer got me prayin' for a cold front, any time Ticks in the palmetto, skeeters thick as fog Sunscreen meltin' off me faster than I put it on Water bottle empty 'fore the hour even done Florida didn't move to Africa Africa... Africa... It moved next to the sun It's hot in here, ain't no coolin' this down Florida summer, sweatin' just walkin' around It's hot in here, take the tailgate off, hang it up Florida heat got the whole camp givin' up e dey hot! E dey hot! It's hot in here, we still out here anyway Florida summer tryna chase the season away It's hot in here, ain't no coolin' this down Florida summer, we still holdin' our ground Scoutin' for the season but the heat index insane Deer flies bitin', gnats swarmin', not a drop of rain Cooler full of ice meltin' faster than we drink it Florida summer, hottest hell you can imagine We are The Pew Estate, we push the Member Day to mornin' Smart folks hunt at sunrise, everybody else get a warnin' This the price we pay livin' in the humid zone Florida summer heat done officially got its own zip code They say it's a dry heat somewhere out west Down here it's soup, down here it's a test Florida summer don't play, Florida summer don't bend Season can't come soon enough, that's the only weekend It's hot in here, ain't no coolin' this down Florida summer, sweatin' just walkin' around It's hot in here, take the tailgate off, hang it up Florida heat got the whole camp givin' up e dey hot! E dey hot! It's hot in here, we still out here anyway Florida summer tryna chase the season away It's hot in here, ain't no coolin' this down Florida summer, we still holdin' our ground Oya, make we shout am... Jacksonville, we hot! Miami, we hot! Tampa, we hot! Orlando, we hot! St. Petersburg, we hot! Port St. Lucie, we hot! Cape Coral, we hot! Fort Lauderdale, we hot! Hialeah, we hot! Gainesville, we hot! Homestead, we hot! Fort Myers, we hot! Tallahassee, we hot! Whole state of Florida, we hot! Next to the sun... Florida summer... See you in August...

October comin Ten of us, South Africa bound October on the calendar, circled twice in red Ten of my closest, South Africa straight ahead Most of these men been huntin' since before I could walk Sixty plus and still movin' like they ready to conquer the savanna I'm forty three, the young one of the group this time Hopin' I can keep up, hopin' my knees are fine These men taught me everything, patience and the rest Geduld Now we goin' back together, chasin' one more harvest Oes Ten and countin, that's the number so far South Africa callin, we don't need a bigger star Ten good friends, one savanna, one long flight Vriende October comin' soon, we do this thing right Lekker! Ten and countin, brotherhood over years Broederskap Old legends leadin, young one wipin' tears Ten and countin, that's the number so far South Africa callin, that's exactly who we are This land holds such beauty, felt by those who walk the savannah Kudu, impala, warthog, and a whole lot more This trip different though, it's about the men beside me Sixty plus years old and they still outpace and guide me One of 'em still walk the land without a single complaint I'm over here stretchin' like my back about to break But that's the beauty of it, age don't mean you slow down It just means you learned the land better than the young ones around Before we touch down in South Africa, we trained at home first Pew Estate is us, that's where the discipline was rehearsed October gon' test me, gon' test my whole body Liggaam But I'll take these lessons over any trophy Trofee Sixty plus and sharper than a man half their age Watchin' these legends move, still turnin' the page Legendes I got the years but they got the wisdom to spend Wysheid October in Africa, brothers to the end Ten and countin, that's the number so far South Africa callin, we don't need a bigger star Ten good friends, one savanna, one long flight Vriende October comin' soon, we do this thing right Lekker! Ten and countin, brotherhood over years Broederskap Old legends leadin, young one wipin' tears Ten and countin, that's the number so far South Africa callin, that's exactly who we are October South Africa Ten and countin'

Before rifles before bows there was a man and a fire This one's for the old timers Started with a spear and a fire and a need to eat Caveman trackin' by the print of a wandering feet No scope no truck just instinct and a stone tip blade Every hunt back then life or death no time for it to fade Spear turned into arrow arrow turned into a bow Bow turned into powder that's how the old ways go Every generation added somethin' to the craft But the patience that it takes ain't never once been outdone or outclassed Same wind check a caveman did behind a tree Same quiet same stillness same eyes tryin' to see Thousands of years between him and me on this ground But the lesson passed down never lost its sound This is for the old timers the ones who taught us right Patience over hunger respect over the fight From the cave to the rifle the lesson stayed the same Slow it down read the land that's the oldest game This is for the old timers the hands that came before Every hunt we take today is standin' on their floor This is for the old timers the ones who taught us right From the cave to the rifle we still hunt by their light My daddy taught me quiet his daddy taught him too Somewhere down that line a man made fire and it grew Sixty plus and older still out walkin' the savanna Teachin' me at forty three I still got more to learn than I understand Old timers taught them somethin' before it became mine Every mentor just a middleman for somethin' ancient Passin' down a fire that was never truly patient enough to wait for permission We are Pew Estate but we didn't invent the code We just carry what the old ones already sowed Respect the land respect the harvest respect the wait That's older than any rifle older than any date Ten thousand years of hunters standin' in a line Every one of us just borrowin' a little bit of time The old timers knew somethin' before we had a name for it Slow down breathe and listen that's the oldest secret This is for the old timers the ones who taught us right Patience over hunger respect over the fight From the cave to the rifle the lesson stayed the same Slow it down read the land that's the oldest game This is for the old timers the hands that came before Every hunt we take today is standin' on their floor This is for the old timers the ones who taught us right From the cave to the rifle we still hunt by their light Before rifles before bows There was a man and a fire This one's for the old timers

Yeah.. first hunt Quiet mornin' in the flatwoods Woke Jordan up at four, let him sleep a little longer Boots two sizes big, growin' into somethin' stronger Six years old, small hand wrapped around mine tight Packed his water, packed his snacks, packed the whole night Palmetto still wet with the dew from the night before These woods holdin' their breath at the fire road door He asked me forty questions, I answered thirty-nine Told him "watch and listen" was the last and biggest sign Too young for the trigger, old enough to understand Told him just stay close to me and hold my hand Sun still hidin' low behind the cypress line This the same walk my daddy walked me, one more time First hunt, first light, first time standin' still Palmetto mornin, teachin' him the will Slow it down, breathe it in, this the only race Some things in this life, you can't rush the pace First hunt, first light, watchin' Jordan grow Palmetto and patience, that's the only flow First hunt, first light, first time standin' still Passin' down the woods, passin' down the will Boar stepped out slow, forty yards, clean and easy Whispered "watch close now" so only he could hear me Little hand on my shoulder, eyes wide, holdin' steady One shot, clean drop, and the woods went quiet already Jordan didn't flinch, just looked up at me smilin Six years old and already learnin' patience, learnin' timin Didn't say much, just put a hand on his shoulder Central Florida raised another, one hunt older His Pew Estate membership already secured Waitin' on the day he's old enough, that's assured But this one right here, just us, this moment's ours alone Told him "that's respect" told him "that's the reason" Told him "welcome, Jordan, this is only your first season" My daddy taught me quiet, I'm teachin' him the same Some things don't need loud, some things don't need a name Just a boy, a gun, a woods, a father standin' near First hunt done, and I swear I felt somethin' clear First hunt, first light, first time standin' still Palmetto mornin, teachin' him the will Slow it down, breathe it in, this the only race Some things in this life, you can't rush the pace First hunt, first light, watchin' Jordan grow Palmetto and patience, that's the only flow First hunt, first light, first time standin' still Passin' down the woods, passin' down the will First hunt Central Florida His hunt now too

Dear son Heard your heartbeat 'fore I ever heard your voice Already got a whole life planned, already got a choice To teach you patience 'fore I teach you anything else To teach you quiet, teach you how to trust yourself Hope the boots start big and the hands start small Same story every father tells before the fall Hope you learn the land before you learn the trigger Hope the lessons outlast every season and every figure I'm Cuz to everybody, but to you I'm just Dad The best title I ain't even earned yet, but I'm glad You ain't even here and you already changed me Watch how quick a heartbeat starts arrangin' me Letter to my unborn son, before you know my name Letter to my unborn son, before you feel the rain Daddy gon' teach you slow, daddy gon' teach you right Waitin' on you patient, through the day and through the night Letter to my unborn son, that's the only gift that lasts Patience over trophies, present over past Letter to my unborn son, before you know my name Everything I write down here, I mean the same Gonna take you to the woods soon as you're able Gonna teach you 'bout respect before I teach you 'bout a table One day you'll be small next to me, big boots, small hands Standin' next to daddy, learnin' where the patience lands Out at The Pew Estate, we'll save you a seat by the fire Whole crew already waitin' to welcome you to the choir For now you're just a hope, a name I ain't picked yet A future first hunt story that this world ain't seen yet I ain't perfect, son, but I promise I'll be present Every lesson that I got, I'ma pass it down as a blessing Patience over trophies, that's the family creed You're gonna be my reason 'fore you're even in my arms Letter to my unborn son, keepin' you safe from harm Welcome to the woods, little one, not born yet Everything I write down here, I mean the same, no regret I was somebody's son before I was anybody's dad Every lesson I was given, that's the only thing I have Son, I'm writin' this before you even take a breath Just know you're loved already, ain't nothin' left to guess Letter to my unborn son, before you know my name Letter to my unborn son, before you feel the rain Daddy gon' teach you slow, daddy gon' teach you right Waitin' on you patient, through the day and through the night Letter to my unborn son, that's the only gift that lasts Patience over trophies, present over past Letter to my unborn son, before you know my name Everything I write down here, I mean the same Can't wait to meet you Love, Dad Love, Cuz