Silicon Soils - Deep Roots Mix

[Verse] Wires hum like the cicadas in June Under neon moons we plow our fields of code Sensors bloom like corn rows in the spring The future and the past in every data stream [Verse 2] Grandma’s hands once picked tomatoes under skies so wide Now we harvest algorithms beneath the circuits' tide A furrowed brow A glowing screen It’s all the same sweat Roots in the earth and dreams in the internet [Chorus] Silicon soils and callused palms The future's a ranch with electric storms From copper wires to dusty loam We build tomorrow from a migrant home [Bridge] Solder burns and sunburn stains Both tell stories of toil and gains On river banks or banks of RAM Family binds where connections span [Verse 3] Dad's old boots crunching in the dirt of Texas plains While I fine-tune machines that calculate the rain We speak the language of tractors and tech A tangled rope that links us--by the neck [Chorus] Silicon soils and callused palms The future's a ranch with electric storms From copper wires to dusty loam We build tomorrow from a migrant home