Lyrics

Intro:
Yow! Mi roll in clean wid a fork and a grin,
Mi plot full a power, let di growing begin!
Mi nah chat breeze, mi chat real tings —
Black Gold bubbling like natural springs!
Chorus:
Twist and a turn, dig and a learn,
Black Gold a di one mek a man earn!
Roots get firm, plants dem burn (up di growth!),
Bredda’s mix a mek di whole plot turn!
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Verse 1:
Mi seh mi grab mi fork, mi grab mi spade,
Black Gold bubbling like a dancehall raid!
Mi neighbor peek, seh “Wha’ dat smell?”
Mi seh, “Rich compost, mi plot doin’ well!”
Mi cabbage dem fat like Sunday pot,
Mi lettuce dem flex like dem inna squat!
Di courgette stretch like dancer gal,
Even mi pumpkin start fi bawl:
"Lawd, dis soil nice, mi cyan’t behave!"
Bredda’s brew a rise mi from mi grave!
Mi roots get strong, mi shoots dem long,
Mi plant start sing a whole reggae song!
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Chorus:
Twist and a turn, dig and a learn,
Black Gold a di one mek a man earn!
Roots get firm, watch dem churn,
Bredda’s brew mek Babylon yearn!
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Verse 2:
Mi seh mi sip mi tea, watch di worms go by,
Dem tunneling deep, mek di soil multiply.
Mi dash out dry bark, sprinkle mossy hay,
Talk to mi tomatoes like, "Yuh good today?"
Mi cucumber cool, mi peppers dem bright,
Mi plot full a vibes — mi cyan’t sleep at night!
So mi bun a little spliff and mi rest mi back,
Black Gold scent pon mi gardening track.
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Bridge:
Twist it left, twist it right,
Mi compost pile a bubble all night!
From plot to bottle, we bottle dem dream,
Black Gold flow like a natural stream!
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Outro (chant-style):
Roots remember, soil surrender,
Mi dig like mi grannie in a dance in December!
Mi sow mi soul, mi reap mi joy,
Bredda’s blend mek yuh plot feel royal!