Intro

[I wish I could go along with you but I do have a problem. I've got

my (Soul!) but I can't find my (Damn Hoe!)]

Verse 1

Poor X not only do I headsweat from headsets

Full time Era come at X from knockin' Z's correct

Next step's to count sheep

But too many sheep ain't jumpin' hurdles they sleep

Yeah they sleep I think I'll check a shorter story

Title: Bo's Hoe sound's boring perfect for these

sleepless nights, though I feel quite over-aged

Yeah, I know...turn the page

Verse 2

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[Ha-ha huh...let's begin!]

Book-marks the first page

And reads once upon an age in a far far land

lived three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course

From behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across

just to witness Sam's crop business

boomin' like the big guy's, but get this

Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams

He sold his to get a fence like Sam (yeah)

Page 2: Sam view's the sight -

What goes at Bo's over his picket white

Slowly he peeks only to see Bo plantin'

sweet potatoes with his brand new hoe

Bo sees Sam but's not frettin', more sweatin'

Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib, forgettin'

'bout his brand new hoe, Old Mickey D would say Sam's tricky

The plot thickens, onto page 3...

Verse 3

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Top of the mornin', sun's up, skies are blue

Once nothin...then cock-a-doodle-doo

All three knew this tool more than well

Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells

Well, clock says Sam's off to tend to his crop

Ti