Grit & Grace (Plow the Shit)

Create a theatrical, high-energy Southern hip-hop track that blends funk, rap, and psychedelic soul with chaotic elegance, Inspired by early 2000s funk-rap fusion, the song should feature dramatic call-and-response vocals between a slick, fast-paced male rapper and a sassy, soulful female backing vocalist, Include a singable, strut-worthy hook with sharp humor and flair—think exaggerated melodies, funky horns, and operatic vocal accents for full drama, Layer in funky guitars, slap bass, analog synth stabs, live claps, and animated ad-libs (“Mmm-hmm!”, “Tell ‘em!”, “Shiiiiit!”), Include a mid-song talk-sung breakdown full of sarcasm and lyrical attitude, followed by a mock-operatic bridge with layered harmonies before launching back into the final explosive hook, The vibe should be wild, theatrical, funky, fearless—like a musical thrown into a blender with dirty Southern bounce and poetic chaos

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Mmm hmm…
See the gutter got a glow baby
And God might walk slow baby
But them worms know where the roses grow
So we plow…

The world is a dirty whisper in the ear of the divine
Told Him you forgot your children and He just sipped wine
Over flowin gutter filled with yesterday’s prayers
Cigarette butts, dreams crushed into folded stares
Eyes on Heaven - that’s sweet but risky
You blink and get kissed by mud lips and whiskey
See, them sermons be velvet but the rent cold steel
And your sister got a boss who call her sweetheart when he kneel
So tell me where the good go when they too broke to believe
Where the dreams sleep when ambition gotta leave
It’s easy to talk like you blessed when your stomach got peace
But some folks been eatin shame for they whole life feast
Ain’t no map no myth, no holy ghost grit
Just a shovel in your hand -  plow the shit

You talk big dreams but you don’t do shit
Smell like pride with a shovel that don’t fit
Ain’t no crown for a mouth full of spit
But the world still spins for the ones who plow the... SHIIIIIT!

A halo ain’t nothin but a burn mark sometimes
When your good intentions got caught up in landmines
Heaven for the whores, maybe - hell for the fakes, probably
But I seen better sermons from drunks with broken policies
The demagogues take the throne with a grin
Stealin seeds meant for prophets, plantin nothin but sin
And the flowers in the market got perfume of regret
Bought by folks who trade flesh just to settle a debt
But pleasure my brother is a form of resistance
Sometimes the body is the only true witness
Sometimes the devil wear kindness like cologne
And the saints stay silent while the world break bones
So tell me who holy when the angels quit and who gets saved 
- the ones who plow the shit.

You talk big dreams but you don’t do shit
Smell like pride with a shovel that don’t fit
Ain’t no crown for a mouth full of spit
But the world still spins for the ones who plow the... SHIIIIIT!

We made you in the middle, Adam
Not of beast not of god
We gave you no face of your own
So you could carve it
Whatever you wear, wear it deep
Whatever you do
Do it in the dirt but let the light peep

Born between thunder and a whisper I walk crooked but sure
Where memory’s a thief and the truths never pure
No inheritance but doubt no gospel but breath
I dance in the cracks cause I made peace with death
Wanna talk about glory? Well the saints been ate
Wanna talk about now? Then relate to the weight
Of a man with mud in his nails but stars in his mind
of a woman who prays while she works overtime
The sentinels with rifles don’t aim at the rich
They protect the illusions, guard the glitch
But the day belongs to them that ain’t slept since youth
Who traded lullabies for uncensored truth
And the night belongs to the quietly lit
The half divine fools who still plow the shit.

You talk big dreams but you don’t do shit
Smell like pride with a shovel that don’t fit
Ain’t no crown for a mouth full of spit
But the world still spins for the ones who plow the... SHIIIIIT!

Mmm… 
Ain’t no throne but what you build
Ain’t no soul that ain’t been spilled
The world don’t owe you joy or wit
But the grace is in the hands that plow the shit

So dig child.
Dig until your spine remembers who you are
Until the mud starts singin your name
And the heavens
Well maybe they watch. Maybe they don’t.
But down here
We got the tools
We got the beat
We got the dirt
Plow the shit

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Mmm hmm… See the gutter got a glow baby And God might walk slow baby But them worms know where the roses grow So we plow… The world is a dirty whisper in the ear of the divine Told Him you forgot your children and He just sipped wine Over flowin gutter filled with yesterday’s prayers Cigarette butts, dreams crushed into folded stares Eyes on Heaven - that’s sweet but risky You blink and get kissed by mud lips and whiskey See, them sermons be velvet but the rent cold steel And your sister got a boss who call her sweetheart when he kneel So tell me where the good go when they too broke to believe Where the dreams sleep when ambition gotta leave It’s easy to talk like you blessed when your stomach got peace But some folks been eatin shame for they whole life feast Ain’t no map no myth, no holy ghost grit Just a shovel in your hand - plow the shit You talk big dreams but you don’t do shit Smell like pride with a shovel that don’t fit Ain’t no crown for a mouth full of spit But the world still spins for the ones who plow the... SHIIIIIT! A halo ain’t nothin but a burn mark sometimes When your good intentions got caught up in landmines Heaven for the whores, maybe - hell for the fakes, probably But I seen better sermons from drunks with broken policies The demagogues take the throne with a grin Stealin seeds meant for prophets, plantin nothin but sin And the flowers in the market got perfume of regret Bought by folks who trade flesh just to settle a debt But pleasure my brother is a form of resistance Sometimes the body is the only true witness Sometimes the devil wear kindness like cologne And the saints stay silent while the world break bones So tell me who holy when the angels quit and who gets saved - the ones who plow the shit. You talk big dreams but you don’t do shit Smell like pride with a shovel that don’t fit Ain’t no crown for a mouth full of spit But the world still spins for the ones who plow the... SHIIIIIT! We made you in the middle, Adam Not of beast not of god We gave you no face of your own So you could carve it Whatever you wear, wear it deep Whatever you do Do it in the dirt but let the light peep Born between thunder and a whisper I walk crooked but sure Where memory’s a thief and the truths never pure No inheritance but doubt no gospel but breath I dance in the cracks cause I made peace with death Wanna talk about glory? Well the saints been ate Wanna talk about now? Then relate to the weight Of a man with mud in his nails but stars in his mind of a woman who prays while she works overtime The sentinels with rifles don’t aim at the rich They protect the illusions, guard the glitch But the day belongs to them that ain’t slept since youth Who traded lullabies for uncensored truth And the night belongs to the quietly lit The half divine fools who still plow the shit. You talk big dreams but you don’t do shit Smell like pride with a shovel that don’t fit Ain’t no crown for a mouth full of spit But the world still spins for the ones who plow the... SHIIIIIT! Mmm… Ain’t no throne but what you build Ain’t no soul that ain’t been spilled The world don’t owe you joy or wit But the grace is in the hands that plow the shit So dig child. Dig until your spine remembers who you are Until the mud starts singin your name And the heavens Well maybe they watch. Maybe they don’t. But down here We got the tools We got the beat We got the dirt Plow the shit

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