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Yo, ayo the plan late Still nibbling on a bland steak The politicians still worshiping secret handshakes Mommy in the kitchen still whipping up the tan bake Thats why the kitchen full and all her fam ate Do you blame her? Its rare getting help from a stranger Just Mary and baby Jesus with no milk in the manger No water around to clean the wings on the angels Every babys divine, thats an old ancient angle Tryna walk the straight and narrow Stay away from the barrel Get my kingdom back; raise my sons to become Pharaohs Check it, yeah, look what history tell us The mysteries of life we left underground in the cellars Far as science go you know you dealing with serious fellas Black astronaut makes the whole area stellar Moon walker, space talker, spit a fresh acapella I want the power to make the precious sunshine yella Cmon (Chorus) 2x Look up at the stars, realize who you are Get tuned in When you start thinking that your life is hard Would you rather be a God or you rather be human? The true and living [Chief Kamachi] Left the world a sign to see Its an African anomaly Street nigga, straight As, algebra and astronomy Math wizards sit on the globe and laugh physics Now you in the cell tryna remember your last visits Crooked palms, they polluted our book of charms Powerful Haitian voodoo with the 23rd book of psalms My every word conjure real fear The candles burn and they realize the magic is still here Cripple my culture put the knowledge in the wheelchair Statue of the Black Madonna crying out a real tear Yeah, I know I touch on so many topics Plug my mind onto the Earth socket Psychic storm, rain dancer from the first tropic Strike of dawn, one flash and its back to ash Your life is gone Granted a couple lifetimes to prove my divinity Striving to be righteous is how they remember me (Chorus) 2x [Chief Kamachi] They tryna take our freedom stroll On the corner where the dreams are sold Little kids die young; all of the fiends are old Even in the summertime it feel like the freezing cold You stare in the mirror and try hard to see your soul With so much murder and death in the air That we never see what a great reflection is there Its a part of us religious leaders neglected to share We divine, no need to be depressed in despair I smile if my last resting place is the chair Cuz I reincarnate in war paint and a spear The message is clear Thats whats happening with this African here No flinching another lynching Ill be back in a year (Chorus) 2x Mic Messiah Yeah, Clock of Destiny Cmon, JuJu Mob Yeah, Chief Kamachi Cmon
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 21:08:41 +0000

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