Private Property - Langhorne Slim

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