Keith Cross
I got that homegrown, I don’t care about the dow jones
the economy could crash tonite and your whole life savings wouldn’t change your life

Ima crop farmer i got what you need /but i ain’t blowing smoke when i say i grow trees
its funny this economy is based on greed/ but 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 watering crops i give right back ‘cause I don’t shop for groceries/
I got breakfast lunch and dinner in the yard/ so that recession ain’t hitting me as hard
Plus I grow exponentially/ Whatt?? The Wall Street Journal never mentioned me??

See I’m a city boy all the way urban/ but I ain’t going out like the Pharaoh’s servants/ To eat they sold the land and cattle for cheap/ then they gave their bodies up to the forty hour week/ In the city where pity runs low/ You can’t grow food in a loft an apartment or a condo/ so now you work for the dollar and man/ when all you needed was sun air water and land/ they think they own the water and land but they confused/ god is billing them for what they charge me to use/ if they could sell air and sunlight they would/ We’d suffocate and every day would be nite up in the hood but its all good....

One seed and I get a tree or a whole vine/ tens or even hundreds of fruit at one time/ so while the dollar bill steadily losing its strength/ I got enough food to feed ten families on my fence/ enough melons to make farmers out of felons/ Turn gangsters into gardeners/ cause now they smart enough to keep the system from starving us/ They ain’t dropout they know the math on which seeds and 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 they was kin and they wasn’t meat/ Y’all wanna eat??