God bless the gra** that grows thru the crack They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back The concrete gets tired of what it has to do It breaks and it buckles and the gra** grows thru And God bless the gra** God bless the truth that fights toward the sun They roll the lies over it and think that it is done It moves through the ground and reaches for the air And after a while it is growing everywhere And God bless the gra** God bless the gra** that grows through cement It's green and it's tender and it's easily bent But after a while it lifts up its head For the gra** is living and the stone is dead And God bless the gra** God bless the gra** that's gentle and low Its roots they are deep and its will is to grow And God bless the truth, the friend of the poor And the wild gra** growing at the poor man's door And God bless the gra**