SWBEATS @ SUNO • 2026 • 😎 Tread the dirt, find the root. Concrete walls rise up to block the morning heat Babylon building cages on every single street But I plant my hands right down into the soil Ignoring the rushing clocks and the factory toil The river carries all the wicked schemes downstream Waking the people up from a heavy dream Looking toward Zion across the open sea The Creator gives exactly what I need No paper money buys this peace of mind Leaving the heavy iron system far behind Roots growing deep beneath the ancient wood Standing exactly where the prophets stood Food from the dirt and water from the rain Healing the body, washing out the strain They package up their illusions in shiny plastic ties But the elders taught us how to spot the lies Meditating daily, holding fast to the core We don't need their empty promises anymore The lions are waking up from a long sleep The promises we made are the ones we keep Looking toward Zion across the open sea The Creator gives exactly what I need No paper money buys this peace of mind Leaving the heavy iron system far behind Roots growing deep beneath the ancient wood Standing exactly where the prophets stood Truth in the earth.
