Wake up early just to check the crops
first scope the doors, and then all the locks
peek out my blinds, for any sign of cops.
walk up my stairs, the smell flows through
No reason to care, it's just what i do
once my work is done, i still can't slack
wish i could, but no time to sit back.
I gotta get goin, and keep the lie alive
now i drive, so at work i can arrive

ask the boss how it goes,
a look at my eyes, it's like he knows
he replies quickly, his kids are sickly
act like i care, but still leave swiftly
i'm tired of these lies, i'm tired of this life
with hobbies like mine, i can't take a wife
cuz in due time, i'd leave horrid stryfe
i am who i am, from my head to my stem
so no apologies, just anger towards them

movin on, i creep back to the house
with a blunt in my mouth,
i work hard all day, in the damn dirty south
now i chill, but just for a second
because back at the house, my plants beckon