This May Be The Best Song Ever Made About Gardening

"Home Grown" by Keith Cross

http://keithcrossmusic.com

Lyrics...

Chorus 4X:
Man I got that Home Grown.
I don’t care ‘bout the Dow Jones.
The economy could crash tonight
And yo’ whole life savin’s couldn’t save yo’ life!

Verse 1:
I’m a crop farmer. I got what you need.
And I ain’t blowin’ smoke when I say I grow trees.
It’s funny: this economy is based on greed,
But more people don’t farm who got mouths to feed.
Some folks save money; I save seeds.
I don’t water my lawn or spray weeds.
The money I do spend on waterin’ crops
I get right back, cause I don’t shop for groceries.
I got breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the yard,
So that recession ain’t hittin’ me as hard.
My stock grows exponentially.
What, the Wall St. Journal never mentioned me?
Huh…

Chorus 4X

Verse 2:
See I’m a city boy, all the way urban
But ain’t goin’ out like the pharoah’s servants:
To eat, they sold their land and cattle for cheap,
Then they gave their bodies up to the 40 hour week
In the city, where pity runs low
You can’t grow food in a loft, an apartment, or condo
So now you work for the dollar and man
When all you needed was sun, air, the water and land.
They think they own the water and land, but they’re confused.
God is billin’ them for what they charge me to use
If they could sell air and sunlight, they would.
We’d suffocate and everyday’d be night up in the hood
But it’s all good…

Chorus 4X

Verse 3
One seed and I get a tree or a whole vine
Bearin’ tens, even hundreds of fruit at one time.
So while the dollar bill steady losin’ its strength,
I got enough food to feed ten families on my fence,
Enough melons to make farmers out of felons,
Turn gangstas into gardeners
‘Cause now they smart enough to keep this system from starvin’ us.
They ain’t drop outs: they know the math from which seasons which stars is up.
We goin’ back to the old ways except
We technologically and metaphysically adept:
Yep, like in the ancient times, when we could speak
With animals, ‘cause we was kin, and they wasn’t meat.
Ya’ll wanna eat…

Chorus 4X

Vamp
You see, by myself I could never grow enough
That’s why me and my neighbors don’t grow the same stuff
But we don’t trade, we don’t measure, we don’t charge
We give freely the way we got it from God.