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The melon is sweet and the water is life
Cause I’m the Watermelon Man
I’m the Watermelon Man
I got the juice and plant the seeds
I reap the fruit and give you what you need
Cause I’m the Watermelon Man
I’m the Watermelon Man

Verse One

It’s the Watermelon Man, reppin’ red, black and green
the County of PG sends you greetings
to MD and DC all the space in between
For my watermelon fiends, let me paint the scene
Imagine sweating all day in the beautiful sun
Maybe work to be done, or just having some fun
If I had watermelon that crunched and melted on your tongue
you’d say give me some, that’s my words over the drum
so have another one, no better chef than mother nature
Drink up the sweet lyrics that will surely hydrate ya
Get another slice then pass it to your neighbor
go ‘head drown in the flavor, a natural Life Saver
I think about my lyrics but they’re not concentrated
grown Organically in the DMV, alone I couldn’t make it
ancestors speak to me at midnight so I’ve relayed it
They said love the life you live each slice celebrate it

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Verse Two
We knew since time begun that watermelon is incredible
Easily digestible with benefits that are medical,
May lower inflammation and ease blood flow through your ventricles
And if you have a lover some benefits are… yeah you know
I say watermelon’ s African some get skeptical
Since we were in west Africa growing fruits and vegetables
We found seeds in Libya from 5,000 years ago
paintings on Tut’s tomb that are still legible,
our enslaved ancestors needed food that they could grow
When our evil slave masters wouldn’t give us any mo
During reconstruction, after that slavery overthrow
every summer we’d have watermelon festivals
with eating contests, it was tasty and plentiful,
oppressors then turned it to into a spectacle,
Some think living up to stereotypes is unacceptable
I’m the watermelon man and I am here to let you know’

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Verse Three

I’m the song that never ends like Lamb Chop
Over a pocket full of funk like collard green and ham hocks
Grew in my heart for years harvested with my laptop
I’m the Watermelon Man like my last name was Hancock
Or that Black super hero, my songs defy gravity
Except I get stronger when surrounded by family
see me in the summer no mirage or fantasy
On Georgia ave passing out slices under a canopy
But when it’s not May to October
the world gets cold and you’re dying from exposure
You need some red black and green to tide you ova
Come back and fetch it, meet me at Sankofa
Of all the things being the watermelon man means
It’s a message to those who think our culture is obscene
politics ain’t respectable, each slice you’ve ever seen
Detroit Red, Crunchy Black and Petey Green

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