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Freedom of birth has rooted me from the first
Leavinâ the worst curses muted to my feelinâ of worth
Iâm beinâ reimbursed for puttinâ trees in the earth
So Iâm grateful, âcause itâs hateful when youâre needinâ the work
The seasons reverse; in the spring, bees and the birds
Got a reason to sing, bringinâ their seeds into birth
And sprouts, pleasinâ to nurse, upsurge like a fountain
And beginâ to burst out the dirt up in the mountain
Iâm countinâ the amount and the worth of all my poundinâ
Runninâ around, I work the ground, my words resoundinâ
Verses abound, but the sound carries downwind
Drowned as it tarries âround the area Iâm found in
Weight packinâ straight pounds around to break your back and
I make it happen; I race down mounds; Iâm paper stackinâ
My tapers blacken; late nights creatinâs the best
Iâm breakinâ cheques, makinâ connects, wakinâ to sex
My achinâ breasts never takinâ less than they can invest
And I ainât paid to rest, as any day can attest
Iâm hatinâ the stress, but Iâm lovinâ the freedom
Iâm shakinâ the pesticides with gloves when I need âem
Iâm racinâ the rest, numbers above and I beat âem
Iâm makinâ a mess; Iâve got mud up to my knees, and
Iâm shovinâ the trees in where I dug and then squeeze âem
Iâm duckinâ no-see-ums and other bugs and Iâm bleedinâ
But under my breathinâ this is what Iâm repeatinâ
I chant this to replenish
Like a sandwich when youâre famished
Under bandages my hand is
Badly damaged, but I manage
By the handle grip to brandish
My shovel as I plant this
Great expanse of forest vanished
Where the planet has been branded
Trees get slammed into the slanted
Land with frantic speed I dance with
An enhanced sense of romantic
And I canât get disenchanted
Iâm dragginâ my feet; to get speed I shift gears
I fiercely lift my knees, and my fatigue disappears
My sweat drips swiftly; my lips bleed and get smeared
Which I lick quickly, 'cause itâs the sea mixed with tears
Clocks tick six year as I walk between trees
And the slash is deep with distracting green leaves
My dreams lead, and I seem to be fast asleep
Iâm trapped in a deep trance, but I plant masterfully
I stand half-deceased at the end of my last screef
And when my hand slaps the tree in the sand, thatâs just sweet
And actually, itâs past belief the feats Iâve had to pull
Wrapped in these rags of wool, tree bags full
Iâm like a black sheep thatâs track-meet speed compatible
To pass me you have to be released by a catapult
And every word that I speak is autobiographical
So follow my path; itâs all flagged with red tape
And I shed weight with each micro-site I impregnate
My shredded legs keep me upright to levitate
Up the block everyday, but the rocks never break
Iâve got to measure space and do whatever it takes
Some nights I lie in bed awake and shiver and shake
But I never let a late night get in the way
âCause every second I waste is like instead of my pay
And when Iâve got to separate my head and escape
From all the effort it takes, I just rap to meditate
I chant this to replenish
Like a sandwich when youâre famished
Under bandages my hand is
Badly damaged, but I manage
By the handle grip to brandish
My shovel as I plant this
Great expanse of forest vanished
Where the planet has been branded
Trees get slammed into the slanted
Land with frantic speed I dance with
An enhanced sense of romantic
And I canât get disenchanted
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