Trying to chase that old white man out of my head. I been so busy thinking bout him I never truly notice nothing God make. Not a blade of corn {how it do that?} not the color purple {where it come from?}. Not the little wildflowers. Nothing.
The speaker expresses a deep frustration with their preoccupation over a specific old white man, which has distracted them from appreciating the beauty of the world around them. This fixation has caused them to overlook the simple wonders that God has created, such as the way corn grows and the origins of the vibrant color purple.
This reflection highlights a struggle between personal thoughts and the ability to engage with nature and life. Instead of fully experiencing life and its inherent beauty, the speaker finds themselves trapped in their own mental cycle, missing out on the joys that exist in even the smallest aspects of creation.
