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[Intro]
Yeah...
Blessed by the blossom
Roots remember
Auntie June, this one’s for you...
In Jesus name
[Verse 1]
I came down to the plot, pain heavy on my chest
Soil in my hands but the weight wouldn’t rest
Auntie June gave me tools, said “dig through the mess”
“Say a little prayer, son, let God do the rest”
She used to love this land, used to walk these rows
Now I see her in the breeze when the plum tree blows
Gave her a little plot, now her spirit still grows
Planted pumpkins in her name, saw a giant one explode
[Hook]
Now I’m here with my fam, making Black Gold moves
Turning compost to life, man, I can't lose
Every seed that I drop is a step in her shoes
In the soil, in the light—Auntie June, this is proof
Yeah, I’m blessed by the blossom, at one with the land
Hands in the dirt but my head’s in His hands
From the pain came a plan, from the plan came a brand
Now we grow with intention, you overstand?
[Verse 2]
Early morn with the mist, kettle boil on the flame
Thinking back to the prayers that she whispered by name
Told me “speak to the ground like you’re speaking through pain”
Now the earth replies back in the form of rain
Built a bench by her bed where the lavender sleeps
All these raised beds rise with the secrets we keep
Call it healing in rows, call it therapy deep
This ain’t just farming—it’s promises I reap
[Hook]
Now I’m here with my fam, making Black Gold moves
Turning compost to life, man, I can't lose
Every seed that I drop is a step in her shoes
In the soil, in the light—Auntie June, this is proof
Yeah, I’m blessed by the blossom, at one with the land
Hands in the dirt but my head’s in His hands
From the pain came a plan, from the plan came a brand
Now we grow with intention, you overstand?
[Bridge - Spoken Word Style]
This ain't just a plot...
It’s a prayer you can plant
It’s grief turned growth
It’s spirit in the chants
Auntie told me—
“Don’t let the world pull you under”
Now I’m under the sky, with soil full of thunder
[Outro]
So I water what’s sacred
Dig with faith
Watch roots reach where they once escaped
Every bloom got her breath
Every fruit got her grace
Auntie June lives here—
In every raised space.