This is hood farmer livin, cabbage lined up with my spinach, and I'm smokin' on the broccoli

Tomatoes redder than my apples, and I'm smokin' on broccoli

Self-sustainability seems to be locked down in captivity

Seems that we need to scream, let it free, let it free

Self-sustainability, self-sustainability seems to be but a dream

Martin Luther King seems that we need to scream, let it free, let it free

Self-sustainability

We came from the earth, and we gon' lay in the earth

We build our frame from the earth

We're energized by his dirt that the sun gave us birth

We popped up out the sea, got sprayed like the weeds, and forgot all our worth

With all our capabilities taken in a blur

We used to feed our family off harvests in the dirt

Now instead of tractors, we got collars on our shirts

Wives sendin' us to work, spendin' taxes on our broccoli, but at home growin' purp

We used to be hunters who can make an arrow curb

Shoot the beak off a bird, had the pick out a herd

No additive preservatives and long-ass words

No standin' in the long line, waitin' on the clerk

Cabbage lined up with our spices and our herb

We can feed the whole community, no licensing us first

Self-sustainability seems to be locked down in captivity

Seems that we need to scream, let it free, let it free

Self-sustainability

Self-sustainability seems to be but a dream

Martin Luther King seems that we need to scream, let it free, let it free

Self-sustainability

They stole it, Robbed us, killed it, slaughtered it

Pumped it up with drugs, then they put it on the market

Wrapped it up neatly with a price on top of it

Sold it back to us, then they called that profit

We used to shoot apples off a tree before the shotgun

Taught them how to hunt, now they the only ones who got one

We used to kill to live, now it's just to say we shot one

Look at me, I got one

We own cattle on the same land that you cropped on

Took all the knowledge when you took all the animals

But all we really know is about the diamonds and the gold you stole

Don't nobody really thinkin' why we walkin' in the grocery store

With all this land we walkin' on, this hood farmer' livin

Smokin' good, but how you livin' when the stores ain't givin

No more Thanksgiving, cause your money just a picture

Pilgrim, you can't follow this Indian

This the hood farmer' livin

This the hood farmer' livin

Smokin' good, but how you livin

Cabbage lined up with my spinach

And I'm smokin' on the broccoli

Tomatoes redder then my apples

And I'm smokin' on broccoli

This the hood farmer' livin

Cabbage lined up wit my spinach

And I'm smokin' on the broccoli

Tomatoes, tomatoes

Redder then my apples

And I'm smokin' on broccoli

Smokin' on broccoli

Tomatoes, tomatoes

Redder then my apples

And I'm smokin' on broccoli