MC the FURT

They say nothing grows in the grey.
They say the concrete is the only law we obey.
But I found a key in the rust and the grime.
A little bit of life, just a matter of time.
NKGW, you can own the aisles, but you’ll never find this.
Mistress Mary, quite contrary... watch me bloom.

I arrived like a ghost, sour and sickly
In a world of plastic, moving too quickly.
The air smells of diesel and expired meat
A bitter taste of labor, a rhythm of defeat.
NKGW’s shadow is a cold, grey wall
Waiting for the spirit of the weak to fall.
But I wandered past the trash, to the edge of the lot
To a patch of forgotten soil that the world forgot.
It looked dead, like the soul of a minimum wage
A bird in a wire, a life in a cage.
But I felt a throb, a pulse beneath the stone
A secret frequency I could call my own.

Down in the loading dock, where the briars grow
We’re planting the seeds that the bosses don’t know.
From the cracks in the pavement to the open sky
We’re making a sanctuary, you and I.
Oxygen for the heart, a garden in the gloom
In the middle of the desert, we’re starting to bloom.

I found the key, it was buried in the stress
Underneath the piles of this corporate mess.
I dug with my fingers, I cleared out the weeds
Providing the "Kindred Spirits" with exactly what they need.
I brought in a fern, a sprig of wild mint
A flash of emerald, a hopeful hint.
When the manager screams and the pressure starts to peak
This is the silence that the weary workers seek.
Even the "Sower of Discord" can’t find the gate
To this sovereign territory, free from the hate.
The garden is waking, it’s "Coming Alive"
More than just a job, it’s a way to survive.

Down in the loading dock, where the briars grow
We’re planting the seeds that the bosses don’t know.
From the cracks in the pavement to the open sky
We’re making a sanctuary, you and I.
Oxygen for the heart, a garden in the gloom
In the middle of the desert, we’re starting to bloom.

Look at the colors, the lavender and gold
Breaking the monopoly of the grey and the cold.
Colin’s standing up, no longer afraid
Shedding the chains that the hierarchy made.
Dickon’s on the whistle, the robin’s on the wing
In the shadow of the warehouse, hear the silence sing.
NKGW is pacing in his office of glass
Blind to the miracle that’s coming to pass.
You can’t fire a flower, you can’t dock a leaf
We’re growing our freedom, beyond your belief.
The secret is out, but the garden is deep
A promise of beauty that we’re going to keep!

It’s not just dirt. It’s a revolution.
Everything is waking up.
Can’t you feel the "wick"? It’s alive.
Mistress Mary... I’m not contrary anymore.
I’m just free.