Lyrics

[Intro – reflective tone]
Look…
It started with a shovel and a vision,
Just me, the soil, and a mission.
They see dirt,
I see redemption.
Black Gold…
[Verse 1]
I came from nothing but I built it with my hands,
Compost in the rain, turned struggle into plans.
Pallets in the corner, now it's pallets in demand,
They were laughing at the mud — now they’re asking where I stand.
I don’t need a suit to feel rich,
My wealth’s in the roots I uplift.
Bottle in my hand, but it’s not for the sips,
It’s a 2L jug that’s making gardens exist.
Never claimed to be a chemist, but I’m mixing the realest,
Nature in my veins, you can feel it when I spill this.
Every bag tied up with a purpose and love,
Black Gold — it's more than just dirt in a glove.
[Hook]
This is life from the ground up,
They want shine, but they ain’t down enough.
From the manure to the rose, that’s how the sound erupts,
It’s Black Gold, and it’s powering us.
Black Gold, yeah I grew from the pain,
Turned it all into food, into rain.
From the roots to the fruits,
Know the truth in the name —
It’s Black Gold.
[Verse 2 – deeper reflection]
I’ve seen petals drop just to bloom again,
Seen young seeds make moves in the densest rain.
I’ve been broke with a bag full of value,
No logo, just a label I hand drew.
They talk growth, I live that,
Crops in my thoughts, I dig that.
Dreamt of harvests while they slept through,
Now I’m feeding families with the breakthrough.
This ain’t branding — this is bonding,
This ain’t fashion — this is farming.
Every bottle’s got a story that’s been steeped in graft,
Every label’s got a legacy that’s built to last.
[Hook – uplifted]
This is life from the ground up,
They want shine, but they ain’t down enough.
From the manure to the rose, that’s how the sound erupts,
It’s Black Gold, and it’s powering us.
Black Gold, yeah I grew from the pain,
Turned it all into food, into rain.
From the roots to the fruits,
Know the truth in the name —
It’s Black Gold.
[Outro – spoken, soft keys behind]
So when you see the bag,
Know it’s more than what you hold.
It’s time, it’s care,
It’s a story retold.
Built from scraps,
But it’s rich to the soul…
Call it what you want —
I call it Black Gold.