[Intro] (Reverse vocals, pot bubbling, distorted laughter fades into silence) Everybody swear they know how to cook… Everybody got seasoning… Everybody got smoke… Then why the whole kitchen still hungry? Green. Drop the pot. [Verse 1] I been stirrin’ in the pressure, let it simmer slow, Ancestors in the steam, whisper, “Let it go,” Generations in the bottom of this cast-iron glow, Turnin’ all that hidden bitterness to somethin’ they don’t know. They be flexin’ with they recipes and missin’ all the soul, Talkin’ ’bout they secret sauce, but never broke a hold, I been seasonin’ the trauma, watch it loosen from the fold, What was frozen in the pain, now it’s fallin’ off the bone. [Bridge] When the water start to dance, I can hear ’em hummin’ low, Every bubble is a prayer for the ones who couldn’t grow, As the steam kiss the ceiling and the past begins to show, I be breakin’ every chain with the spoon, nice and slow. [Chorus] Collard greens in the pot, that’s a whole exorcism, Every leaf in the broth, that’s a generational schism, Every stir, every swirl, cuttin’ through the old prison, Turn the salt, turn the hurt into sacred nutrition. Collard greens in the pot, let the old ways glisten, Every pop, every fizz, that’s the curses gone missin’, Every plate that I serve, that’s a brand-new vision, We gon’ eat, we gon’ live, that’s a holy decision.
