"Every time I plant a seed, He say kill it before it grow, he say kill it before they grow"
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Marley frames oppression as a preemptive act: the seed isn’t attacked after it becomes a threat, but before it can even take shape. The line lands with the force of lived paranoia because it’s agricultural, intimate, and ordinary. Planting a seed is the most basic gesture of faith in tomorrow; being told to “kill it before it grow” turns hope itself into contraband.
The repeated “he say” matters. Marley doesn’t name the “He” because he doesn’t have to. It’s the voice of Babylon in Rastafari language: colonial power, police authority, economic gatekeepers, any system that survives by stopping people at the starting line. Keeping it vague also makes the lyric portable. The “He” can be the state that raids yards, the industry that sanitizes dissent, or the internalized voice that says don’t try, you’ll be punished.
Repetition does double duty: it mimics the nagging persistence of surveillance and it sounds like a chant, turning personal frustration into collective testimony. There’s a quiet escalation too, shifting from “a seed” to “they grow.” What begins as an individual dream becomes a plural future - community, movement, children, ideas. That’s the real threat: not one plant, but a garden.
Contextually, Marley is singing out of 1970s Jamaica’s political violence and postcolonial squeeze, but the subtext reaches wider: power rarely waits for rebellion. It targets the conditions that make rebellion possible - education, land, self-belief, solidarity. The lyric’s sting is that it names a strategy we still recognize: don’t argue with the flowering; salt the soil.
The repeated “he say” matters. Marley doesn’t name the “He” because he doesn’t have to. It’s the voice of Babylon in Rastafari language: colonial power, police authority, economic gatekeepers, any system that survives by stopping people at the starting line. Keeping it vague also makes the lyric portable. The “He” can be the state that raids yards, the industry that sanitizes dissent, or the internalized voice that says don’t try, you’ll be punished.
Repetition does double duty: it mimics the nagging persistence of surveillance and it sounds like a chant, turning personal frustration into collective testimony. There’s a quiet escalation too, shifting from “a seed” to “they grow.” What begins as an individual dream becomes a plural future - community, movement, children, ideas. That’s the real threat: not one plant, but a garden.
Contextually, Marley is singing out of 1970s Jamaica’s political violence and postcolonial squeeze, but the subtext reaches wider: power rarely waits for rebellion. It targets the conditions that make rebellion possible - education, land, self-belief, solidarity. The lyric’s sting is that it names a strategy we still recognize: don’t argue with the flowering; salt the soil.
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| Topic | Justice |
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