Made From Dirt Lyrics

When I die and turn the weed
Don't let no man come clone my seed
Just lay me out in my birthday shirt
And I will prove I was made from dirt
I was made from dirt

From the ghetto here to the evening sky
Why the blood will rise to testify Chris Whitley - Made From Dirt - http://motolyrics.com/chris-whitley/made-from-dirt-lyrics.html
(not sure about this bit)

When the uniforms wear you raw
And the currencies all turn to straw
Then await me there in your birthday shirt
Then I will prove you're made from dirt
That you're made from dirt.