Lyrics:
of black rich sod
The farmer God bless the farmer
Raising his two calloused hands thanking God for letting him
Use his land to be a farmer
When the wind
wherever Humpty Dumpty went, in sunshine or in rain, he never forgot to sing the praises of the wise Black Hen nor the good, kind Farmer’s Wife, who had
white and black
In the farmer's almanac, it says
'If a man could have half his wishes he could double his trouble'
A sweet old lady was eighty-four
When
sunglasses)
See how they run (so I can see what they ain't lookin' at)
They all ran after the farmer's wife
Turned on the fun with the water pipe
Have you
position with no choice
A system imprison young black boys
Distract with white noise
The brainwashed become hype boys
Third eye dilate
You ain't
Boll weevil he's a little black
Buck from Mexico they say
Came all the way to Texas lookin'
For a place to stay
Lookin' for a home - just
A-lookin' for
the farmer did dwell
Because in her heart that she loved him so well
She oftentimes fired, but nothing she killed
Until the young farmer come into
Future farmers of America
Future farmers of America
Future farmers of America
These -
Stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heart
weasal took me chickens, while arsenick killed me cow|The wife went home to mother, the black earth got me sow||I'm a poor, poor farmer what am I gonna
Farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
the system we imagined
Being young and never having
Growing old and seeing why
Turn the bass up drop the top down
For my homies in the sky
I see faces in
a young flaming groovy
A dreamer trying to set straight his life
I've got a ticket to a black and white movie
Where Jane Mansfield plays the farmer's wife
Boll weevil, he's a little black bug
From Mexico, they say
Came all the way to Texas
Looking for a place to stay
Looking for a home
Just looking for
I will not lose
I will not lose
I'm young black and rich
I'm young black and rich
I'm young black and
I will not lose
I'm young black and rich
I'm
Oppressor we came to usurp you
Black, Black
Black, Black, Black, Black
Black, Black
Black, Black, Black, Black
Black, Black
Black, Black, Black
of office (get out)
Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it (haha)
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on ya
I protect my land like a farmer, pockets stay
young black boy (Young black boy)
Gotta get it how you get it
Let's illuminate the black world (Black world)
And that's for every young black girl (Young
Young nigga black but he sellin' white
Young nigga black but he sellin' white
Tear gas all through the night
Niggas thuggin' out in Ferguson so get
Farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
the young girl put on
And away she went a-hunting with her dog and her gun
And she hunted around where the farmer he did dwell
Because in her heart oh she
really not nice
Here's my warning you better listen boy it'll pluck out your eyes
Farmer took it to a physician and he said that it died
Here's the story
at doin' what I was told
Kept my uniform pressed and clean
At night I chased their shadows
Through the arroyos and ravines
Drug runners, farmers with
bread
Young Brotha, oh
Be excellent
Black excellence
Why be something other than
Black Excellence
Young Brotha
Be excellent
Black Excellence
Why be
a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin' me as tough
Young girls takin' X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we
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