I'm into Chi-Town heroes like Fred Hampton And neighborhood Deebo's, the rebirth of D. Rose The eye of a eagle, I keep on the people Some gettin repo'd, some need clothes Since I was a shorty, I had vision like Coleco Opportunity knocks, I'm lookin' through the peephole In my daughters laugh, I can hear a deep soul Eve was my first love, now I'm on the sequel Hearts stay open, in you I keep gold Crossroads of beast mode to peace mode Southeast code, Avalon to Ekersall Too much on my back for me to set it off From the "offset", I just wanna be, be, be Like Cardi or 'yonce or Harry Belefonte Whenever I eat, my peeps get the same entree like they my fiancee It ain't easy when niggas like, "Feed me" When I ain't got it, they don't believe me Read me truth, lead me, truth The birth of freedom can't be induced We reproduce so our fruits can see the fruits A harvest for the world that the mustard seed produce Faith walk my thoughts through yellow tape and chalk Tigerstyle, gettin' back on course
Well, well, well, well, well, well, well They want us to be in jail But you know we'll never fail We goin' up, yeah, we goin' up No, this soul is not for sale I won't put that on them scales And I know we will prevail
Man, I'm struggling Man I be struggling Till something inside tell me to come again Like when you fuckin' and you get another wind I'm from the City of Wind, that's another win Take the L, Green line, Red line, get your paper Headlines tryna feed your fam, get fed time It happens, trappin' and rappin' got us backed in To a corner, it's normal for black men The Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley re-enactment Savion with a beard, yo, I'm tapped in Stretch money and make it do a back bend Frontin' niggas try to front you on the back end Live from the Chi where guns be clappin' Poetic justice with raps, I'm snappin' Meditating to Kamasi song, ask him Robbin' and baskin', our heroes ain't masked men When I do it, Com, do it with passion My compassion for brown and black skin In the hood I used to backspin Now I'm spendin' back in the hood when I'm back, yo what's good? If you stand up, then that's understood I tell them black sheep, "Don't react to them wolves" Crib Love, our heroes are on murals So five year olds get told in their ear lobe that they can let fear go Souls clear the way, let these palms peel away your pirouette In the silhouette of blackness and cigarettes
Well, well, well, well, well, well, well They want us to be in jail But you know we'll never fail We goin' up, yeah, we goin' up No, this soul is not for sale I won't put that on them scales And I know we will prevail
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Compositores: Burniss Earl Ii Travis (Boom Bishop) (ASCAP), Emmanuel Karriem Riggins (ASCAP), Lonnie Rashid Lynn (BMI), Macklovitch Alain, Samora Abayomi Pinderhughes (ASCAP)Editores: Abayomi Publishing (ASCAP), Boomer Sound Music (ASCAP), Equative Thinking Songs (ASCAP), Imagem Sounds (ASCAP), Karriem Riggins Music (ASCAP), Senseless Music Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #44633044 em 28/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM