After Winter
(专辑: In Gods Body - 2017)
Look at all the
seeds I
done sowed Somebody call the
reaper for me Shit is getting old I
never gave respect to a
wolf in sheep's clothes I
never shared a
bed with a
lady who weren't woke Lord knows Ok Ok Ok Ok You know I'm lying Could have Martin Luther King But had dreams of King of Diamonds Adele was chasing pavements I
was busy ducking sirens Could never play a
dull boy Please I'm busy shinning Can't rewrite the
past No way that's a
long story Saw roots before I
saw Toy Story I've seen pictures where They left a
nigga's guts gory So I
never gave thanks they Took the
land from me Oh, cut the
cheque All I
want is 40 acre's A
mule and my respect All I
want is hard food My dues and diligence Why we only shed a
tear when Blood spills in the
west I
got these chains on me Feel like mansa, feel like musa Took this gold from me Feel like Midas with the
touch Might clutch this rosary No more interviews for free they Took this gold from me This is big lips, hands still Swinging from my nuts I've been high through all My lows, so I'm belligerent As fuck. I'm from the
land where Walking like your shook could get you Touched. 10 toes, to the
pavement Want a
ride? then saddle up I
can tell you about the
struggle I'm from the
culture where we bow To greet our mothers. My daddy Taught me nothing free except the
knowledge We taking notes and send that change Back to our brothers. Oh you silly Motherf Cut the
chat, cut the
cheque All I
want is 40 acres a
mule and My respect. No apologies for my cadence Tempered words have got me vex Want it now, I
want all my dividends We ain't buddies, we ain't friends I'll take it all back for the
ends Gimme Gimme that Another penny for your thoughts Never needed that. Tears don't dry on their own I'm going back to black I
just lost another Brother so I'm back in black Look at all the
seeds I
done sowed Somebody call the
reaper for me Shit is getting old I
never gave respect to a
wolf in sheep's clothes I
never shared a
bed with a
lady who weren't woke Lord knows Oh, you want it factual. The
destruction of my people Wasn't tactical. Found my patience and peace Inside of parables. Till I
figured were far too gone To be rational. Feeling like Chris Ofili in some finger paint Painting pictures on the
same text books where toby Limped away, don't. Bite the
hand that feeds when You're scraping of my dinner plate. Don't act surprised I've been this way Coping I'm a
slave for this path I've chosen No escape from these Sleepless moments Oh coping I've tried my best I've lied my best This curse is mine