I collected flowers in the sun when I was a kid
Just to watch ‘em die like a grinch
Now I find my way around in the dark
Run into childhood plants that have grown thorned bark
Wilting petals turn to shredded fingers
That pain lingers


Try to keep it out of a vase to stay alive
From fresh water
To no GMOs or pesticides
I feed my roots like the package suggests
Stem to leaves and **** the rest
Keep it natural regarding pest control
The best soul soil sold, owned
Moisture in the fold
Sun and shade
The fruits are gold