Verse 1:
Vines, prickly, weeds only wanna associate
If they can pull you back down to their rootless level
Ruthless, which shows why when they grow tails
They gotta be, beheaded with a spaded-shovel
Just because we come from the same garden
Doesn't mean you get to stop me from growing
Into our separate ways, when you stuck in the ground
While I'm grounded, watered to thrive in the sun's bathe
Industrial in production, but I'm not Hephaestus (advised of)
I don't fall for produce of nature, for God made Nature His bitch
Materialistic, so why does it matter, when we're all made of
Same shit, manure and matter? So you hating on a n***a who
Converted aqua into citrus then wine, learned to make grapeade?
Oh, I get it now because I'm of the dark, I'm supposed
To stay behind in the shade and not reach for when light shines
Can try, yet not allowed to taste the success of my own grind
Dirt forever remains that way, so instead I seize the rays