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[Intro] [Verse] Static on the vinyl, 70s soul Smokey Hammond organ taking control Iron in the sky, fire in the eye Watching the cranes as the clouds drift by I’m the coordinator of the green In a city where the grey is mean Planting the future in the cracked earth Giving this industrial wasteland birth [Pre-Chorus] Sun hits the brick and the heat rises Life comes back in small surprises Old factory chimneys standing tall While we paint murals on the garden wall [Chorus] We plant the basil where the shadows fall Writing our names on the garden wall Roots deep down where the iron used to rust Building a future out of city dust No more hunger in the neighborhood Doing exactly what we said we would Sharing the harvest, breaking the bread Keeping the spirit of the block well fed [Verse] Mrs. Halloway paints the wooden signs Tracing the edges of the border lines She brings the rosemary, I bring the spade Working together in the cooling shade Sun-wilted leaves need a little drink Giving us a moment just to sit and think They want to build a condo on this plot But they forgot about the soul we got Heirloom tomatoes and the native sage Writing a brand new history page [Hook] From the concrete, the stems rise Underneath the hazy indigo skies From the concrete, the stems rise Truth is the only thing that never dies [Bridge] Developers watch from the glass towers While we spend our quiet evening hours Reclaiming the dirt from the heavy crane Washing the soot with the summer rain They see a profit, we see a home Life in the marrow of the heavy chrome [Verse] Food insecurity is a ghost in the street But we got the medicine that’s bitter and sweet Hand-painted markers in a crooked row Watching the community start to grow I coordinate the rows and the water flow Teaching the kids everything I know About the resistance found in the seed Growing exactly what the people need [Chorus] We plant the basil where the shadows fall Writing our names on the garden wall Roots deep down where the iron used to rust Building a future out of city dust No more hunger in the neighborhood Doing exactly what we said we would Sharing the harvest, breaking the bread Keeping the spirit of the block well fed [Outro]
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