Testo Plant Life

Hanging on a limb flowing from the wind
Cracking in the night just like a whip
Run up the plastic commodity
Domestic rain will sanitize the scene

Natural inclination
Wicked and can stack up pretty quick
The soil’s got a fever!
Lunches that expressed and lassoed in
In turn, led to names on the teller’s list
Justice bleeds, now shaking in her cell
While cinder blocks, they pile all around

Natural inclination
Left to grow an hour in the shade
The soil’s got a fever!