Lyrics Private Property - Langhorne Slim

Private Property

Help me love, for what I’ve done
I broke the law, and I’m on the run
I’m begging for forgiveness, please
Got a wife at home and kids to feed
Honey, I’m afraid to go to jail
Haven’t hurt nobody but myself
I got busted planting seeds
On my private property
And the DH’s tryna prove a point
And lock my ass up in the joint
(Oh, lock 'em up)
Help me lord, for what I’ve done
They came in with flashing guns
Now I’m out here on the streets
Begging change for food to eat
No one even looks at me
They treat me like a circus freak
Miss my home and family
I’m terrified of the police
Can’t afford no lawyer’s help
To keep me from rotting in a cell
I ain’t a valley man
I ain’t no thief
Just grew some big 'ol plants from tired seeds
It might be a crime but it ain’t no sin
Planting flowers in your garden
Help me lord, for what I’ve done
Broke the law and I’m on the run
I got busted planting seeds
On my private property