I speak of promise lands
Soil as soft as mamas hands
Running water, standing still
Endless fields of daffodils and chamomile
Rice under black beans
Walk into apple with cracked screens
and told prophetic stories of freedom
Found warmth in a black queen for when I get cold
Like I'm Nat King, I'm doing the sad thing
I speak of wondrous lessons from childhood
Make you remember how to smile good
I'm pre currency, post language, ain't label, pro famous, I'm Broadway Joe Namath.
Kanyes best prodigy
He ain't signed but he proud of me
I got some ideas you gotta see
Make a vid with shawty and they ship it like the odyssey
They never seen a rapper preform modesty
I never practice I only preform
I don't even warn, I don't eat it warm, I won't be reborn
I speak to God in public, I speak to God in public
I used to dance to Michael, I used to dance in high school
I used to pass out music, I still pass out music
The peoples champ must be everything the people can't be
I'm getting artsy-fartsy, house full of Hebrew Brantleys
You must have missed the come up, I must be all I can be
Call me Mister Mufasa, I had to master stampedes
I made it through, made it through, made it through
And everything I have to you, I gave to you, I gave to you
You got it, You got it, You got it, it's coming
(Coming, coming, coming)
So are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready for your blessings

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