Hard Wit No Hoe lyrics

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
Time says Farmer Tom`s off to mop
Bo`s up and at `em, then twitches one eye
for something here is not quite cipher
`E-I-E-I-O!` screamed Bo
`Left on my lawn, now it`s gone, where`s my hoe?
O woe is me, how will I ever plant seeds
Lay the fertilizer, dig up the weeds?
Plus make true my foremost desire
To get a picket fence and trash the chicken wire?`
By, uh, 100% life gets hard
When one hoe goes from one`s garden

Verse 4
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Page 4: Little Bo weeped
Cleared tears from eyes then Little Bo peeped
through a hole in Sam`s six foot fence
where Sam was seen plantin` tall and short pea plants
Hence the moral of the fable:
Always keep a boring book on your night table
A Tom is not able
But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an eye on your yard
Cuz with no hoe it`s hard