The Lyrics
Erosion,
Cold snows "n,
All these farming hindrances,
Hundreds of these instances,
Causin' me to lose the crops,
Causin' my supply to stop,
Now we're goin' hungry cuz my food is gone,
Erosion,
My ground is barren "sept few weeds,
Like somebody took a firearm and blasted it into the sky, see?
Disrupted the system and now it's all gone,
Erosion,
The drought's hit (farmer),
Too much, it's an overdosage of the sun beatin' down, it's ferocious,
Grow my crops,
Impossible, now,
Don't tease, now,
My ground's dryer than a burning cow,
Y'all beggin' to eat, I'm warnin' ya, shut up,
Yo, these problems will swallow if I wait up and in a year I'll get my cash,
When the land is,
No longer black handed,
"Till then I need some dollas,
You want my ox, mule, gold, or colla?
I could start up an ice cream parla,
Wait I can't, got a better idea? Holla.
My soil's spent,
My land's on rent,
From weather's power can do whatever it want,
Waiting out the days and save my food,
I can't just go pick somethin' when I'm in the mood,
Don't mean to get fussy,
But someone please hit the switch,
Turn off the sun, get me out of this ditch,
All my real corn just kicked the bucket,
All my sweet potatoes just kicked the bucket,
All of my yams noooooooo!!
They ain't gonna grow no mo',
All the field rats are starvin' wit' me,
All my true friends aren't stickin' wit' me,
My exports noooooooo!!
They ain't gonna grow no mo',
Fo' me,
All my trees,
Broken dreams,
No money,
Trees are shriveled like raisins, baby,
Before,
They were proud and mighty, (migh, migh, mighty,)
This is my last chance, baby,
No more,
Now that I'm sober to real life,
(Mmm)
I want my crops to grow,
But no more life in yo',
Still lots of time to go,
"Till next year rolls along,
(I'll be) still growin' food up here,
(You'll be) still buyin' from me next year,
Sellin' corn by the ear,
All this next year, next year,
I got these oxen pullin' they feat,
Where there would be wheat,
Constantly got the weather man on my TV,
I might as well be planting on the shell of a turtle,
Maybe I should move to somewhere a bit more fertile,
Somewhere near a lake or somewhere near a sea,
Where drought can't ever again bother me,
Cuz my land's lookin' "bout as promising as mid-Chicago,
I doubt that anytime anything will ever grow,
Last year I was 5 – 0,
I had the grants below,
My level like they was last year's show,
Land's been like this for days,
No output don't pays,
I hope the result goes both ways,
I'll give it a year, maybe two at the most,
More than that and my industry is toast,
I should've listened to my father and been an entertainer,
But now I'm just waitin' on the rain,
Fo' real,
Erosion.