Amid all the treachery a seed will grow
I’m no agriculturalist, I’d rather be sowin, ya know?
I remember the teachers, no, not those in school,
The remains of the brokenness, that tarnished THE rule.
Those seeds of the treachery all grown up inside
They’re at the blackboards of life, I’ve no place to hide
That’s not what I planted I pled with the king
what I learned about farmin’ was not the right thing.
In order to grow fruit from the seed in my pocket
I needed the formula, the fuel for the rocket
Over and over and over again
will I try to grow gold in the mud of a pigs pen
Oh how the seed of treachery deceives me
In my heart, in my mind, in my soul, it relieves me
Because all I want is to learn and grow
My teachers are many and planting we go
To the fields of the treacherous, to those who don’t know
No matter, I am filled with great-fullness!