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Feed Your Grass


Dear young stranger don’t you cry, we all know the grass is greener on the other side You bite your nails fighting to hard, conflicting yourself with this terrible start You want to give up and start anew, looking onto new adventures because you’re blue But I’m here now to make you stop; this terrible start is like a crop It starts off slow depending on the season you’re in, fighting its growth with you wanting to win You stare and you stare trying to make it grow, without taking the steps to make it prosper so Everything needs patience can't you see, nursing the young is like you’re nursing your tree There will be times when the sun doesn't bloom, the rain doesn’t fall, or it dries too soon You hear about the crops on the other side of the world, greatly evolving and selling like pearls But little do you know the earth rotates so, soon that green grass will suddenly grow Soon you'll leave and be all mad, that once green grass turned to fast Patience is the key just water your crop, this adversity you face will quickly flip-flop You're never in a position you can’t handle, your Lord leading the way through life’s tough scandals Take the time out to do the right thing, those difficult steps will make you king You'll become the best for those difficult times, struggles all behind you for being loyal to the Divine Soon enough just you wait and see, just take a step back and have faith in YOUR TREE.
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