Little boy don't shift your shapenis what I heard on the judgment day.nAnd if you die before you wake,nyou better thank the Lord that you died that way,nno shifter gonna make an honest wage.nnYou don't know how your garden grows do you?nDo you?nnLittle boy don't fill your headnwith the words on the pages of the books you've read.nThey're even farther than the tips of my toes,nall curled up in the space belownthe ability to tell what you parted from.nnYou don't know how your garden grows do you?nYou don't know what your garden grows do you?nDo you?nn(I'm about ready to sing it now.)nnLittle boy you better understand,nyou gonna make your maker from the palm of your hand.nI said, is that why the devil split woman from man?nJust close your eyes,nthink as hard as you can,nand get stuck on the edge of the promised land.nnYou don't know how your garden grows do you?nYou don't know what your garden grows do you?nYou don't know why your garden grows do you?nDo you? Do you? Do you? Do you?