Sabzi - 40 Acres lyrics

Heard 'em singin' “this is my land” standin' on Mama Helen's With the band off-key; will fill 'em with jealousy Well develop a gluttonous thirst for sullen fiends I pilot the Allis Chalmers over skulls in the ravine Chokin' horse power - open her up and holler “f** cla**” Specialized degree in chemistry, huffin' mustard gas High hopes, underachiever he prone to overdose Hella smell of smoke and soda, the mode is so morose Nam vet, still in camouflage circa '85 Way to ride, son - I seen your father on the day he died Dropped this in the pocket with the gem in the ear f** the watch, old man, it's the wisdom I wanna hear Fought with the words, inexperienced in the expression The voice fades, granted it's a vague recollection but “Let it pa**,” is what he leant - what it meant? Never asked Many mysteries will be revealed through the devil's craft I'm a fast study, barn burner, the charm turnin' Ugly under sparks when sharpening up the cutlery Sk** a little rusty but trust me, I'mma resuscitate This call is hard to k** off once it culminates Hibernation, my obligation is contractual Where have all the good men gone? They're on sabbatical Baptizing my goddaughter, water wash the hands of blood But soles soiled with the sand and mud For the love of them rise above and cleanse the sins I can part with that much, just don't touch the timbs Every scuff I earned, armchair s**er-tough, I yearn To compare it to the stuff I learned Colonel status 'til the graduate pa**ed on, the pursuit of Pa**ion will stop upon a plot on Vashon Nice one, boy - the soy that's on the upper row Price one; that's a bison, not a buffalo Hustle grand, seen a demand for organic In toxicity limits - infinitely more panic They're resorting to importing plants from other planets It cancels out the importance of the advantage They're tantric types - neophytes with dietary afflictions Imposing proprietary restrictions Time to go to war, shortly I'll be back in Drennon Attending to 40 acres and a dissident…