've got a burning seed Burning deep in me The war is over but not for me It will never be Burning Burning Burning Burning Burning Burning Burning
Comparisons are easily done Once you've had a taste of perfection Like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed You
Them blues like blind Willie McTell Well, I heard the hoot-owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above all the barren trees Were
The many roads I've covered The many trails I've burned But when our paths did cross, love My whole world made a turn And we've got time to kill What
nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin' dudes that's neglectin' they seeds Instead of takin' care of 'em they spendin' money on trees I
a dream, the loading had begun Flying mother nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun Flying mother nature's silver seed to a new home
' up from the ground Growing full like the moon Said I'm planted like a seed yes sir Them get up and get up and grow, and I'm firm like a tree, And I
beneath my rib cage Givin' birth to overgrowth invadin' on to path ways Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played Sown seeds decay through
ring to a plastic bag Feel it bug the size of many Christmas trees This must be a jolly green tree for me Give me that, no sticks or seeds preferred
' collard greens (No sticks, no seeds) Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens (In my weed) Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens Burn
enough you know you've slipped When the church is full it means you've just been had When the world has gone to seed you're so detached Got a feeling
snakes and swans Energy is solar life barreling beyond the sun controller Over Jehovah through the days of Noah, tremendous speed I ride the octavus seed, black seed
Of a celestial nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree of life Smight, eadamite, sodomite, more bites, in the land of kananights Following six flame a lights, burning
bleed down your throat Then choke, coughin' up the murder I wrote I smoke spanky, hit it hard, mega hard Then burn it down under the ground around guard
it And I ain't friendly, so nope, ya can't hit it I smoke good trees Yo collard-greens full of reefer seeds You use too many chemicals Too much added
the point where I cannot sleep A good seed was sewn into full a grown tree With fruit as leaves, only to be chopped and burned I don't think there'll
get alittle more strange to the point where I cannot sleep to concieve seed from a full grown tree with fruit diseased only to be chopped and burned
