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to the shadow's horizon

The false seed grows in the barren soil
Hollow echoes the cries for a lost harvest
Starvation is the yield of all your toil
Long winter

harvest
‭‭Luke‬ ‭8:15‬ 
 
Ay hol up
Ayy okay 
See I don't need a gun 
I just need a tongue 
To speak life into the real 
Spreads the seeds by Lords will

to the nations overseas
I just want to spread the news in hopes that they'll see
The reaping of the harvest is the sowing of the seed
No, it's not about greed

Yeah
It's Quill
That's real
Leave it all on the field
Tell them all how I feel, Yeah, let's go
Straining for a seed of air gotta speak my piece
Grow

bed in the hollow
Threatens flooding for my land
I've laid seeds in long dark furrows
Put my shoulder to God's Plan

Lord, let me be your fertile ground

deny it
Don't even try it, ignore the spying
Espionage been provided, the harvest pilot, the famine gone
The drought be scared of Z, it's meant to be

That's my impression,
I don't aim to dee stroy
Scenes fresh spring seas-on, Many's harvest long been sowed. All can eat.
Don't need ta intertwine and Break

the falling rain
In cracked earth dry and fallow
Dormant seed lies sleeping shallow
Covered by its dusty shroud
Awaits the kiss of bursting cloud
Furtive root

we're largest
The knowledge, received, imparted
We're farmers, we seed, we harvest
We breathe, we're targets
We grieve our martyrs
Better put pause

all rejoice in the fruits of life
Ain't that nice
The seeds have been planted
The rain brought the water
The soil's been prepared by our sons and our

The indestructible destroyer carries
the reaping-hook to harvest the fruits
of hard work and an iron will.
Even when we have went astray
we find

Scattering [Edited Version; Edit]

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skies could fall
(All the children say)
With harvest rain
Then one by one,
They'll come home

yeah
It don’t matter who in office, yeah
Black life fills up them coffins, yeah
Y’all plant the seeds, now this harvest
Y’all plant the seeds
Stop

Jesus!
Yeah, I'm steady thanking God for the day
And I ain't moved by what they do or what they don't say
Yeah, and I'ma stay odd anyway
Through it all,

The seed become a tree
The egg became a fly
The former lasts a century
The latter just sweet by and by

But all their tears combined with faith
Will make

Eradicating frequencies polluted by garbage
Aim to raise the turn-out for the harvest
Higher powers, noses covered in powder
Scared that winds of change bring

Devotion to tribal disease

And now we're told that we are safe
By every face oozing with hate
A delusional state

Head to head and blow by blow
A new power

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

We gone make it rite, we gone take the night
By storm Imma scribe this in cuneiform
I’m in a tribal uniform, play the horn
Call me unicorn, ain't no

to see their minds blown with tribal sounds
All across the boroughs
By a teacher who can pacify, oh every
Mother's son and daughter

To plant a seed
For

on
that's why we work big
jail cells going through hell
close to internment
my people tribal we smoking tree by the Nile
the flow tall in stature shout out

murdering my beliefs
This that ancient tribal
Method of survival
Never thought I'd ever see the Diablo flex the Bible
Like performative recital
A story

Written by: Kenny Obinna Umeh

I been talking from this perspective
That's Gods perspective
The wifi gone so I'm getting green iMessages
Full moon

for my natives on the corner
 Hand to hand drug money also raising a daughter/
Who never had em a father but was taught to stay strong by and older