The Return

Whoop
Yah
Whoop
Let it breathe
Just let it breathe
Used to wanna be like Cole, Joey, Kendrick
Now these days I’m offended when they’re mentioned when my description is the
goal at hand
I’m my own man
Sharpening the tools with the Klan
Re-evaluating the plan
Like «what are your values again ?»
Freedom or fame?
Hoes or a woman?
«A little bit of soul in your content can’t do nothing but improve it»
I tell myself as I lay my ass on my momma couch
Black man, equipped with words
I know my ancestors proud
I ain’t your angel nigga
Ain’t superman, I ain’t gon' save you nigga
Be damned if I ain’t your leader though
Got more in store than your corner store
Far from your typical
Might burn your earlobe off
My shit more fire than a demon in a winter coat
Granted, I take this opportunity; tell stories of u & me
CBD ruin all of internally
Don’t brush it off like u don’t see
I feel it
That’s why survivors guilt flows in me so vivid it took a toll on my sleep
Yawning in sessions it’s deep
Only awake cause the beat is still on like a patient in a comma
Feel on the truth of Pharaoh the don
My issues deeper than sitting in class with earphones on
Sun kissed complexion
Only race without reparations
Ran into Andile, couldn’t help but ask a couple questions
Black 1st, land 1st, only way this shit gon' work
Gotta Africanize the education system 1st
That’s just my take
I give a lot so hope you take it too
In these words that i write I hope you find a piece of you
That just my take, I give a lot so hope you take it too
I never wrote nothing but the truth
My nigga what about you?
Used to wanna walk with finesse through door
Still outstanding, uh
Shoku’kami on the beat that’s how I’m living, uh
Whole country singing fuck the law if the Klan involved
Round of applause Black Fushi on the outro