Lyrics:
God's plan, so I'm not confused Only one side that's bound to lose
Ain't by force, yeah, you gotta choose Fast and pray, and you'll see the truth
of May, we sow the seed
Within the week, sprouts of green
Rain will come, warmed by light
All the fields with signs of life
Midsummer, the colors change
Ourselves
Some Are
Guided By Wisdom
I use too
Watch movies
But
They Ain't
Never
Schooled me
And It's a shame
To see
How the TV
Is raising
Our Seeds
We
hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat.
Go Polonius or kneel
The reapers name their harvest
blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat
Go Polonius or kneel
The reapers name their harvest dawn
All your
a politician's thoughts and prayers
Nah it's something we cultivate, every day on our hands and knees
We're not here to harvest, we're here to plant these seeds
I
Time flies
No time to waste while it's passing you by
Time files
Be patient 'cause good things happen in time
We gon' get it right, we gon' get
who don't know I go by Slaydro
Ready, set, go
I take one to the dome like Pablo Esco
Germinate the seed then just let it grow
Then harvest like
The screams of the soul you keep
I am
Nosferatu
I appear as mist and I come as fog
I fall as rain and I rise like dawn
Dawn
I plant dark seeds
And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown,
Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe,
And you can't prove
those seeds
I dial up spend more G's
Inhale then we bend those knees
Feel it in the air there's a gentle breeze
Please won't you let a nigga blow these
stare
Getting ambushed the whole time you not even aware
Its the place of seeds of hopelessness and seeds of hope
Dope in your bloodstream, a slippery
lava
In parallax is my wind
The quasar forbids my sea
From the nebula the seeds
By genii creators
Responding to the prophet of evolution
By my care
Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;
Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
We shall
immediately!
But where will we get the meat?"
We'll harvest them from the morgue
Obscured by the absence of light
Unbeknownst to the dormant public
Less
And the well-fed masters reap the harvests
Of the polluted seeds they've sown
Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they own
And you can't prove them
savage niggas are lost beyond reach
Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance
Left to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men
Violent, felon
still want me to put seeds in the soil
And here comes the harvest, this part's the hardest
I'm still here in darkness
You shouldn't be (I'm still
[plates 7-10]
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and
your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess
Missing more than one leg or more than one hand
Drama is being chased off ya' land
By a funny looking man in a suit that works for the bank
Drama is what's
knees
Should you win her favor
She may tell you what she sees
The harvest is reaped
Seeds are shown
Multiplied by three
She is the maiden,
a lost nigga
Let me plant these seeds
These roots, take out the weeds
Somali, Igbo or Tutsi
From Mozambique to Benin
Find yourself, find your health
Make
thing was to provide setting for proper cultivation
Discrete location
Ten by ten foot spot
Lit up by a thousand watt lamp, plus two air-vents for
the story of another day
We will plant our seed there
In that virgin soil we'll await the harvest
If it comes at all
Wars will be many, powers will be great
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