[Intro] [Instrumental: heavy vinyl crackle, low D didgeridoo drone, lyre, sitar, wooden flute, muted acoustic guitar, dry heartbeat percussion] [Needle drop] [Voice 1, relaxed]: Yeah... ground’s shifting under your boots, ain’t it? [Voice 2]: CRACKING UP! [Voice 1]: Funny how fast the concrete breaks when the water wants to flow. [Verse 1] You laughed at the seed, you scoffed at the spade Put your whole damn life on an invoice made Worshipped the screen, let the algorithms feed Traded sovereign air for a synthetic need [Voice 2]: PLUGGED IN! [Voice 1] Now the circuit board sparks and the supply line stalls Got an empty pantry inside drywall walls We ain't gloating at the breakdown—nah, that's absurd We just listen to the contour and the language of the bird You called us eccentric for tending to the plot Now you’re staring at the market watching numbers rot The paper castle’s soggy, the ink is running blue And the system doesn't know or give a damn about you. [Voice 2]: NOT AT ALL! WAKE UP! [Chorus] [Scratch: When the veil drops... pick a side!] [Voice 1, sing-song hook] When the veil drops, homeboy, where you gonna stand? [Voice 2]: MAKE A MOVE! [Voice 1] Out on the asphalt or rooted in the land? [Voice 2]: ON THE DIRT! [Voice 1] We got love in our chest, got an open wooden door We forgive the sleepwalking that came up before Zero out the grudge, but the memory is clear— Step across the choice point and leave behind the fear! [Voice 2]: RIGHT NOW! [Verse 2] [Upright bass walks; sitar and lyre accents over didgeridoo drone] [Voice 1] While you chased titles on a digital screen We were down in the swales keeping waterways clean [Voice 2]: NATURAL SEQUENCE! [Voice 1] Working with the worms in the dark damp floor Building food security outside Babylon's door Solar panels humming on a twelve-volt line No corporate permission for a sovereign design You threw plenty of jabs when we stepped off the grid Now you're asking how we do what the ancestors did No payback coming, put your pride on the shelf Every sovereign being gotta reckon with themselves Here's a bucket from the tank, here’s a plate from the vine [Voice 2]: SIT DOWN! [Voice 1] But don't you sign another lease on a bankrupt mine! [Chorus] [Full groove, heavy swung boom-bap and heartbeat percussion] [Voice 1] When the veil drops, homeboy, where you gonna stand? [Voice 2]: MAKE A MOVE! [Voice 1] Out on the asphalt or rooted in the land? [Voice 2]: ON THE DIRT! [Voice 1] We got love in our chest, got an open wooden door We forgive the sleepwalking that came up before Zero out the grudge, but the memory is clear— Step across the choice point and leave behind the fear! [Voice 2]: TIME IS UP! [Bridge] [Drums drop out; vinyl crackle and heartbeat remain; fingerpicked lyre and acoustic guitar over the drone] [Voice 1, close and spoken] Look at me. We ain't mad at you. The matrix ran an illusion machine for three hundred years. It bought your mind, rented your time, and taught you to forget the earth. We forgive the compliance. We wipe the slate. [Voice 2, soft]: Slate is clean. [Voice 1] But forgiveness ain't amnesia. You can’t sleepwalk back into the cage and call it safety. This is the fork in the road: Sovereign on the soil... or dependent in the trap. [Voice 2]: CHOOSE! [Instrumental Swell] [Delayed psychedelic acoustic guitar solo duels with microtonal sitar bends; lyre and wooden flute answer; boom-bap kick and crackling snare return; didgeridoo under upright bass] [Voice 2, hype ad-libs]: YEAH! PICK UP THE SHOVEL! STEP ACROSS! [Final Chorus] [Peak energy, heavy swung boom-bap groove] [Voice 1] When the veil drops, homeboy, where you gonna stand? [Voice 2]: MAKE A MOVE! [Voice 1] Out on the asphalt or rooted in the land? [Voice 2]: ON THE DIRT! [Voice 1] We got love in our chest, got an open wooden door We forgive the sleepwalking that came up before Zero out the grudge, but the memory is clear— Step across the choice point and leave behind the fear! [Voice 2]: CHOOSE LIFE! [Outro] [Drums strip away; upright bass, didgeridoo drone, lyre harmonics, and wooden flute] [Voice 1, fading] Wipe the sleep out your eyes... Table’s set. Water’s cold. Soil’s ready. [Voice 2]: GRAB A TOOL! [Needle drag] [Dry acoustic chord rings into silence] [End]
