Creek Johnson - (Sweet Amber Waves of Grain) I Grow My Own

Abusing my innocence
To feed your egos
Waiting patiently
Til I could comprehend
Telling me how my soul was lost
And in the balance is Heaven or Hell

What is above is below
What is extreme is not
It's hard to see the middle
Through all the noise and smoke
I was gently made a slave
From birth until now
Sweet amber waves of grain
I mowed them all down
I mowed them all down

I put all my trust
In the words of someone else
Now I pray to God
One day "he'll" see like me
Instead of saying it is
The way I say it is
Because it is written you'll believe
And in the balance is Heaven and Hell

What is above is below
What is extreme is not
It's hard to see the middle
Through all the noise and smoke
I was gently made a slave
From birth until now
Sweet amber waves of grain
I burned them all now
I'm burnin them all now

What is above is below
What is extreme is not
It's hard to see the middle
Through all the noise and smoke
I was gently made a slave
From birth until now
Sweet amber waves of grain
I grow my own now
I grow my own now

Written by:
Ronald Salley

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