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Bet unc, I gotchu, gon’ lay it out from scratch
Aight — peep game:
When rice growin’ on da plant, every lil grain be a seed.
Inside dat seed two main thangs:
1. a lil baby plant — da start of da next rice stalk.
2. a pile of stawch — da food pawt sittin’ round da baby.
That stawch be like da baby’s lunchbox. When da baby start sproutin’, it eat on dat stawch till it get roots in da dirt an’ leaves up top. Then it catch sun an’ make it own food.
Now — what happen when they get dat rice ready fo’ da sto?
• They strip da husk (da shell coat).
• They polish it, clean it, sometimes even heat it.
• All dat kill da baby plant inside.
So now what left? Just da stawch, da food pawt.
That da part we cook, eat, fill up off.
So nah, you bury a bag from da sto — ain’t no baby plant left, unc. It just gon’ rot in da dirt.
Get it from da sto’, ain’t gon grow.
Ya dig?
Aight — peep game:
When rice growin’ on da plant, every lil grain be a seed.
Inside dat seed two main thangs:
1. a lil baby plant — da start of da next rice stalk.
2. a pile of stawch — da food pawt sittin’ round da baby.
That stawch be like da baby’s lunchbox. When da baby start sproutin’, it eat on dat stawch till it get roots in da dirt an’ leaves up top. Then it catch sun an’ make it own food.
Now — what happen when they get dat rice ready fo’ da sto?
• They strip da husk (da shell coat).
• They polish it, clean it, sometimes even heat it.
• All dat kill da baby plant inside.
So now what left? Just da stawch, da food pawt.
That da part we cook, eat, fill up off.
So nah, you bury a bag from da sto — ain’t no baby plant left, unc. It just gon’ rot in da dirt.
Get it from da sto’, ain’t gon grow.
Ya dig?
