Lyrics:
Regenerative Ryan hear to shine Some light on the shadows
Pesticides in our food, pesticides in Our water, pesticides in air, Pesticides everywhere
to wonder where the company gets its unique name?
The Wawa name has an interesting history that dates back to the late 1800s. It all began with a dairy farm
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Then genetically engineered labels put
On the food
Because pesticidal is turning to genocidal
And then eating the ecoli
Is turning
and fillets, and bacon and nuggets galore
Then sit for awhile in the frozen food aisle at your local grocery store
Down on the farm, it's a wonderland, science
Learn to live a simple life with all I really need
Good food fresh air the local beer and plenty books to read.
City life can be great fun when you’re
and put it in my bank account
I didn't want to work at the local avatar
So I left home, expanded my repertoire
I did some gigs, No one booed
I got free beer
Lo-c-al f-arm that prod-ced al-l the food is now in fl-mes
Listen my new album Certified Lover Boy out now
and
Witch doctors aren't just in
Africa if you look
In the LA papers of a Sunday morning
You'll see the local variety
Advertising their wares
Like suit's with
Make your supply chain local, support small farms
Grow your own food when you can, even a pot in a windowsill
Gardens not Guns
Food not Lawns
Gardens
raps farm to table
Never catch me on the Syrup, less it's on some pancakes
In which case local made a mandate, wait...
I'm on fire like a pizza oven
the ground.
Think local act local be active now
F*** with local farms, homie ask around
Grow your own food in your backyard
Fuck money just trade It ain't that
You got no life , then You got no Wife
Eating regenerative food everyday
Then one day all the pain goes away
Eating organic is NOT enough
Local farmers
My neighbours don't drink at the local
Or have kippers for breakfast like me
The food that they eat smells disgusting
They'd rather drink coffee
lowa
Filled with tumor-infested cows
Failed experiments hidden 'til sold
To your local school lunch program
Grade D, but edible
Our food, our life, our
Empty main streets everything closed
Highway Islands all the same, they take away the local money chain
Easy off easy on, and the town is gone
Easy off
Creamsicle sky while the sun sets up in the west
Where are the queers on the piers, heard they gave it their best
Now they got jobs at a local
her birthday
She was given out for marriage at the age of 13
16 she had the first kid but she lost it
All she ever did is local trading and crop farming
that's a wrong move
A hog move, some rap cat on dog food
Microphone competition we devour
You pull plugs but take no source of power
Cause then in
a wrong move
A hog move, some rap cat on dog food
Microphone competition, we devour
You pull plugs but take no source of power
'Cause then in MCing,
crib.
Now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids.
The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.
New flavored food made of mutated hybrids.
life, tryin to escape the problems
Quick and quiet at night just like the insects and the goblins
It's the gas fumes,the fast food, yo its all
handouts
So I turn into a waiter
(Yeah)
Wanted to sell weed so I went and got a farm
(Check it out)
Wanted to do music studio to spit bars
(Bars)
Local
the grim reaper
Got a nasty fever
And a wicked lucky nickel from a thrift shop
Hidden on a clifftop, with a zip lock
In a pickle jar from the local bar
By
at the end of the road
Daddy couldn't handle it after he had lost the farm
So he drank all the rest we had down at the local bar
cin't no food left
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