Poetry farm

Track Title: Poetry Farm

Artist: PHR1ME

Genre: Afro-Fusion | Spoken Word | Rap Poetry

Theme: Lyrical Brilliance, Art, Sound, Growth, Truth

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🎙️ STUDIO SCRIPT VERSION

(adlibs in parentheses, hook melody suggested, bars timed for smooth delivery*)

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Welcome to the farm... (hmm)

Where words grow wings... (Yeah)

And truth wears rhythm like silk... (Facts)

This be the Poetry Farm — we planting gold in pain.

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I used to scribble lines in the dark, no light (No cap)

Mama dey pray, me I dey fight for mic (Oouu!)

Every metaphor I spit, be therapy tight

From Benue's soil to Lagos flight (Zoom!)

I dey farm hope with a broken pen

Tears water the bars, truth dey germinate again (Woo!)

No fertilizer, just hunger and zen

Now the verse go harvest millions for men (Let’s eat!)

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🎵 This be poetry farm, we dey sow pain, reap power (Oh yeah)

Lines go blossom, truth go shower (Rain down)

Every bar we drop na flower (Yeah!)

Poetry farm, we rise by hour 🎵

(We rise, we shine, we bloom...)

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Check the rhyme scheme, 16 like drum kicks

Syllables sprint like athletes on rough bricks (Ha!)

I dey milk verbs, feed nouns with slick tricks

Make similes dance, metaphors flip quick (Woo!)

Na symphony of soul and sound

Lyricist in the jungle, I hunt with sound (Loud!)

Choruses dey chant like gospel found

Spirit and truth in my compound (Amen!)

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I no dey rap for applause

I spit truth, strip lies of their claws (Preach!)

This art be my sword and cause

I dey sow revolution inside every pause (Deep!)

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🎵 This be poetry farm, we dey sow pain, reap power (Ehn ehn)

Lines go blossom, truth go shower (Rain, rain)

Every bar we drop na flower (Grow grow)

Poetry farm, we rise by hour 🎵

(Say it again, we rise...)

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From trenches to stardom (Ahh yeah)

We dey plant legacy with anthem (Uh huh)

No fake, no filter, no phantom (Nope)

Real words dey germinate kingdom (Forever!)

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If I ever die, let my songs plant seeds

Let truth grow in every heart that bleeds (Amen)

This na poetry farm — where freedom feeds

And every sound we drop dey do real deeds

PHR1ME signing off...

(Peace, purpose, poetry)