Yam, The King Of The Crops Lyrics

felt sick, felt good

the heat burns, old wood

muscles in my arms pump like machines

the jericho palm tree is plush and green



bright sun, the new day

i felt sick in a good way

felt the fever climb when you came down

all the way across town



and you brought me a plate of sweet potatoes



sun fading overhead

the sunset, bright red

your green eyes, your smooth walk

fresh tomato, celery stalk, you cook

pot of pari basmati rice

i felt good, you looked nice

you stood like galatea, over me

fried garlic, kim chee

and you brought me a plate of sweet potatoes