https://3speak.tv/watch?v=sevenoh-fiveoh/cbxdfosn
Title: Deep Within The Soil

Author: Ninety-8

Artist: Sevenoh

Instrumentals: Transmogrify

Genre: Trap / Hip-hop / Spoken Word

Production: 2022 by Sevenoh & Ninety-8

Lyrics:

From deep within the soil, hearts cry out in pain
The hands that work the land, broken and strained

Cry out to justice now, we glean a brand new dawn
We'll rip the Tare to shreds with the power of our song

No tares will be allowed, no blight on this land
We'll turn away their tools – protect what we command
To fashion bread from wheat, our field must stay clean
Turn away the Tare – forever we're serene

No tares in the fields, no mixing of wheat,
Footsteps unheard keep harvests complete.

Rejecting the tools to terrorize and sow,
Protecting the fields we treasure most, so.
The danger of tare must always resist,
Working together doing what's best.

Keep the lines clear, gather nothing but wheat,
No tares allowed, they can't compete.
Turn away foolish tools that would take and tear apart,
Our fight remains strong now and still ever starts.

Stamp out the tools of an age old shame,
Back away from the legacy that cannot be tamed.
No more will we cower to their destructive might,
We must rise and take our place in the light.

Oh no more will we allow them to intrude,
The fields of this land must be purified.
Away with those who seek to spread fear,
There shall be no tares here!

So turn away those foul machines,
Succumb not to their false dreams.
Reject the promises they deceive us with lies,
We can make our own heaven on earth if we try.

Oh no more

Cease the tares, no wheat shall be defiled.
Turn away from the scenes of terror and exile.
Let bread be shared. Let no one go hungry or wild.

No thorns in this harvest to thieve what is whole.
The tools of the Tare will not damage our souls.
Equal measure of justice to protect every soul.

Let us take a stand and make them all see.
No more violations will proceed past our boundaries!
No tares allowed to mix with the wheat in any field.
Turn away the tools of the Tare, fashion Bread!

No more allowance
For tares to intermingle in the sheets
Turn away those tools that armory of evil
Fashion bread and we'll find peace

Vanguards working hard on ridding the weeds
Scoured with dedication, rid every speck
If vigilance is slack, blight can fast ensue
Casting down a darkness worse than bleak

Thanks for Listening
No tares allowed in this fellowship of tending
All wrong works must be stood up against
Wanted not for any field, keep them out at all cost
Turn away the tools of the Tare to terrorize

Loyalty forever staying shining bright!