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Seed Sower Video (MV)




Performed By: Ahchwan
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: Wallace Holst Jr.




Ahchwan - Seed Sower Lyrics
Official




I said I do it for the block
I do it for the streets
I'm rounding up my dawgs
And I ain't talkin' leash
I'm doing this for y'all I'm tryna wake my people
I'm giving you my all hope you give it back to me
I said I do it this for the block
I do it for the streets
The ones who doing a bid, I ain't talkin' auction lease
Never been a farmer but I'm tryna sow some seeds
Praying they take root and they don't turn into weeds
Hollerin' yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah
I do it for the block, I got it fa da streets
The ones who doing a bid
Doing time with out a lease
Hollerin' Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cursed, Cursed
All because we ain't serve him
Took the chains off the slaves
Put it on they brains made it even worse-r
Working harder for the master now
Cuz his face green, ninja turtle
Bills coming in a circuit
Just Cosby on T.V.
Still got barred up no Xanax
Tight stretch, spandex
Finger flippin' in the wrong hood left his neck, chest, and his back wet
What, what (Whew)
My people suffer for a lack of knowledge
Like we're crabs stuck in a fishing net
And college filled with philosophy, theories, and ideologies (Ologies)
We don't know who to trust now (Naw)
Can't even trust the police (Whew)
Cuz they'll pull up shoot the victim
And let the criminal go free (WHY...)
I'm just tryna talk to the hood mane cause my kinfolks sleep (Woooh)
It's like we're stuck in the nose bleed
I said I do it for the block
I do it for the streets
I'm rounding up my dawgs
And I ain't talkin' leash
I'm doing this for y'all I'm tryna wake my people
I'm giving you my all hope you give it back to me
I said I do it this for the block
I do it for the streets
The ones who doing a bid, I ain't talkin' auction lease
Never been a farmer but I'm tryna sow some seeds
Praying they take root and they don't turn into weeds
Hollerin' yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah
I do it for the block, I got it fa da streetz
The ones who doing a bid
Doing time without a lease
Hollerin' Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look we got 20/20, but we can't see
Education, Ph.D.
Witchcraft, sodomy
Phedopila, Pharmakeia (What)
Ecstasy, alcohol, and weed
Hygieia cup the serpent seed
Placed on my people like hot grease
Desensitized we can feel a thing cursed (Cursed)
And it all started from birth (Birth)
We couldn't concede our worth (Worth)
They took our identity first (First)
Then they miseducate us, call us bywords and segregate us
Place in confinement to dissipate us
Look at my people we bottom scrappers (Yeah)
Hated and loved, by every nation hmmm... facts
Cuz everybody really wanna be a nigga
But they don't really, really wanna be a nigga
Go through the trials, the struggles, the wow's
The ups and the down, the in and the out's
The poverty we can't even fit in the crowds
Naw we can't even fit in the crowds
They pointing us out (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
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I said I do it for the block
I do it for the streets
I'm rounding up my dawgs
And I ain't talkin' leash
I'm doing this for y'all I'm tryna wake my people
I'm giving you my all hope you give it back to me
I said I do it this for the block
I do it for the streets
The ones who doing a bid, I ain't talkin' auction lease
Never been a farmer but I'm tryna sow some seeds
Praying they take root and they don't turn into weeds
Hollerin' yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah
I do it for the block, I got it fa da streets
The ones who doing a bid
Doing time with out a lease
Hollerin' Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cursed, Cursed
All because we ain't serve him
Took the chains off the slaves
Put it on they brains made it even worse-r
Working harder for the master now
Cuz his face green, ninja turtle
Bills coming in a circuit
Just Cosby on T.V.
Still got barred up no Xanax
Tight stretch, spandex
Finger flippin' in the wrong hood left his neck, chest, and his back wet
What, what (Whew)
My people suffer for a lack of knowledge
Like we're crabs stuck in a fishing net
And college filled with philosophy, theories, and ideologies (Ologies)
We don't know who to trust now (Naw)
Can't even trust the police (Whew)
Cuz they'll pull up shoot the victim
And let the criminal go free (WHY...)
I'm just tryna talk to the hood mane cause my kinfolks sleep (Woooh)
It's like we're stuck in the nose bleed
I said I do it for the block
I do it for the streets
I'm rounding up my dawgs
And I ain't talkin' leash
I'm doing this for y'all I'm tryna wake my people
I'm giving you my all hope you give it back to me
I said I do it this for the block
I do it for the streets
The ones who doing a bid, I ain't talkin' auction lease
Never been a farmer but I'm tryna sow some seeds
Praying they take root and they don't turn into weeds
Hollerin' yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah
I do it for the block, I got it fa da streetz
The ones who doing a bid
Doing time without a lease
Hollerin' Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look we got 20/20, but we can't see
Education, Ph.D.
Witchcraft, sodomy
Phedopila, Pharmakeia (What)
Ecstasy, alcohol, and weed
Hygieia cup the serpent seed
Placed on my people like hot grease
Desensitized we can feel a thing cursed (Cursed)
And it all started from birth (Birth)
We couldn't concede our worth (Worth)
They took our identity first (First)
Then they miseducate us, call us bywords and segregate us
Place in confinement to dissipate us
Look at my people we bottom scrappers (Yeah)
Hated and loved, by every nation hmmm... facts
Cuz everybody really wanna be a nigga
But they don't really, really wanna be a nigga
Go through the trials, the struggles, the wow's
The ups and the down, the in and the out's
The poverty we can't even fit in the crowds
Naw we can't even fit in the crowds
They pointing us out (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
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Writer: Wallace Holst Jr.
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