Baba Brinkman - El Plantador lyrics

Freedom of birth has rooted me from the first Leavin' the worst curses muted to my feelin' of worth I'm bein' reimbursed for puttin' trees in the earth So I'm grateful, ‘cause it's hateful when you're needin' the work The seasons reverse; in the spring, bees and the birds Got a reason to sing, bringin' their seeds into birth And sprouts, pleasin' to nurse, upsurge like a fountain And begin' to burst out the dirt up in the mountain I'm countin' the amount and the worth of all my poundin' Runnin' around, I work the ground, my words resoundin' Verses abound, but the sound carries downwind Drowned as it tarries ‘round the area I'm found in Weight packin' straight pounds around to break your back and I make it happen; I race down mounds; I'm paper stackin' My tapers blacken; late nights creatin's the best I'm breakin' cheques, makin' connects, wakin' to s** My achin' breasts never takin' less than they can invest And I ain't paid to rest, as any day can attest I'm hatin' the stress, but I'm lovin' the freedom I'm shakin' the pesticides with gloves when I need ‘em I'm racin' the rest, numbers above and I beat ‘em I'm makin' a mess; I've got mud up to my knees, and I'm shovin' the trees in where I dug and then squeeze ‘em I'm duckin' no-see-ums and other bugs and I'm bleedin' But under my breathin' this is what I'm repeatin' I chant this to replenish Like a sandwich when you're 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 can't get disenchanted I'm draggin' 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 it's 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 I'm 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, that's just sweet And actually, it's past belief the feats I've had to pull Wrapped in these rags of wool, tree bags full I'm like a black sheep that's track-meet speed compatible To pa** me you have to be released by a catapult And every word that I speak is autobiographical So follow my path; it's 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 I've 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 ‘Cause every second I waste is like instead of my pay And when I've 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 you're 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 can't get disenchanted