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a cool head though
Hold me down no Velcro, All off in yo chest bro
You ain't got the titles why you got it though
Fooled by the system
Use to this peasant

Two Hundred pounds of that potting soil in the tuck bed we don't fuck around
I got people who believe in me and I could never ever let 'em down
I

Sweet Almond Oil on my face got that kind of taste
She want me to put her in her place
Grab her by her lace
Fell off but the Game God was my saving

I stand from the edge of the other side,
Watching the world's nature been put aside.
By the powers of ambitious minds,
Controlling all, just to be

Soil means the beginning 
 Soil means the end 
 That is my departure and I'll arrive at soil homeland 
 Feeds my mind with wise words  
 I'm

home
Caressed by the soil she saved
Eyes shut against the light she's kept
The earth in her hands

on the secure soil
And stay for a while still forever in me
Open wide let them fly
By your side don`t cry
Embrace all that you`ve once left behind (once left

Eyes up
Sun sets down
Nobody wins when we worship the crown
Weeds through concrete
Blood in the soil
Bones ground up and the lungs full of oil

Set

Digging up all the days
That you won't ever get back
With buried bones
Poison the soil with seeds you sow
As above, so below
Tried holy water
But you

Cold death in the garden
Blood turns into stone
Flesh eaten by fire
Burns life from the soul
Breathe out through the ashes
And rise up from the soil
Your

better not soil
everyone's fish point
Gotta lay back,
stay cool, and fool
You better not soil
everyone's fish point
Gotta lay back,
stay cool, and fool

On beds of roses lies the scent of oblivion
Yet its thorns prick everyone

Oh little seed, what soil do you plant yourself in?
As the rain

going
And there is no lighting
And your eyes see nothing
Your system is failing
Take your time, don't worry
You will not be sorry
Step by step in darkness

Free Range ,
( by Rachel MilkyWayCitizen )

The sun is rising 
It’s a brand new day 
The cheeky chooks are chatting and clucking away 
Like all women

nigga what's the issue, D.P.S we do it better nigga what's tha issue?
And if you stay down to the soil then i'm fuckin' with you.

D.P.S we do it better

for him to leave

But that seed went down
In soil that’s good
Watered til it finally grew
And my heart became a tree
With roots so deep
Now I am

asleep by 4pm
I've not bought any presents
And I've not got stamps for the letters I want to send
Oh my loved ones are going to resent

Me for not

A flower doesn't blossom in a day
It pushes through the soil
Till April turns to May
Its roots unfurl slowly
You can only learn to trust it's on its

guy by day (unnuh hear me?)
And crucify dem by night
And every dubplate we play 
Is gonna be awful and bright
And if it's all night
We're gonna

We Americans

The Avett Brothers

Closer Than Together

2019

struggle to understand
The good and evil
But I'm doing the best I can
In a place built on stolen land
With stolen people

Blood in the soil with

Show me you are going to ride
With me by your side
Proving loyalty all the time
Loyal
Loyal
Let's not rush just take our time
We can do it, you and I

ants
Thrown like dice in a game of chance
Taken from our kin and soil
And cast into turmoil

Stowaway ants
On our way to a foreign land
Taken by

No air
Our lungs filled with soil and dirt
We have exhausted all our options, there's nothing left
Hanging on by a thread, they said we're better

You ride around you're like a sailing swan
And I worship the soil which you walk upon
Still my heart is pierced by your neglect
You took my love