Search results for 'Division of Soil and Water Conservation'

Stand Up

Chris Webby

Chemically Imbalanced

2014

ain't worried bout no conservation
Unless there's money in the conversation
But what happens when the soil is too toxic for the plants to grow
And all

division and deluded tongues. 
In chaos you thrive, it re-assures you. 
A endless smouldering fire to quench or fuel. 

Drinking from the muddy waters, wash

Mural

Lupe Fiasco

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

waterfall
A more torturing, a water boarding barbie doll
A river of women like a brazilian carnival
Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol

Feel the same sun when it's risen
Nothing in this natural replicates our division
Preparation is wisdom
Plant harvest for the little ones
In the ghettos

lift it to the limit
I'll flow to break the prison and excision the division
I'll show you how to live in peace and harmony with wisdom
We've entered

ended, ohh

Good vibes flowing like water let the ripple effects roll out
And let go to all of the negative emotions and feel like the ocean
Move x5 feel

while running towards division
Beneath the sun the rays have parched
The land of shallow roots and soil
The final harvest torn apart
Dissolution
What we

, in water, In air. My eyes have seen hierarchy, unfair division of power
My eyes have decided to make it hard to see
Our bodies have stories, they

a black lake
Make the track ache
Take a rack rake a stack of broken twigs
Invoke a prig fix ignite neurotics
Embrace your new hypnotics
Cup the water in

they dig deeper in the soil
Now in the ocean there's dolphins getting coiled
Up in plastic when the water-world used to be unspoiled
There's just nowhere

they dig deeper in the soil
Now in the ocean there's dolphins getting coiled
Up in plastic when the water-world used to be unspoiled
There's just nowhere

the wrong decision
We were chillin, but
I guess we turned to Wandavision
Now I'm doin numbers so I'm
Glad we got a long division
I need to be managed
By

keep when you got the get
See there’s a point but you can feel it or don't
There’s a will needed to heal reason most of us won’t
A seed planted in soil

Eternal life
Whereunto
You are called to profess
A good profession
Before many witnesses
Yeah, yeah
What is a man without faith
I'm a let you know
Soil

lies to the eyes
Of American children, their high and compromised 
With blood on the pavement, oil in the water
There’s poison in their food and the soil

approaching deep waters you'll find me jumping in with both feet
You know the deal I've had doubters but I kept bumping to stay elite
You been a sweet meal

at my wits end
Juggle and struggle with decisions
Cut like incisions
Heart is pulled in different divisions
My mind listens and puts up futile resistance