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Anansi, Anansi
03:02
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My Mama preached me stories of Anansi,
Thats why my story telling keep me on beat,
She said if you whisper,
they’ll Never hear you speak,
and lions will be forced to tell the story of the sheep,
Well,
I see the vision,
On the big screen
I prayed to god,
My necklace gleamed,
Inspiration from eclectic scenes,
Show that even though hell is hot,
Its grass gotta certain green,
I hope it,
Hit you as much as it hit my own,
Put faith in one man,
When he fall he’ll break through home
Crash through the ceiling,
Hanging my body out of the coop,
Hit my head crawling out of it,
Feel the knot on my roof,
Driving towards the sky,
What a view,
I look up,
And hope that you can see shit too,
I’ll tear it down,
If you raised up true,
This rapping shit gone get me through,
Writing,
Long live the flower that blooms from concrete,
Humming,
Long live the flower that blooms from concrete,
Nigga,
Long live the flower that blooms from concrete,
For everyone hopes they don’t speak,
Singing long live the flower that blooms from concrete,
Attached to the picture frame sitting on up the street,
Yelling,
Long live the flower that blooms from concrete,
For everyone prays they don’t speak,
Nigga,
I’m telling the stories,
The gods and the glory,
That young boy the villain?
Blame it on his circulatory,
Systematic pressures,
Fester in the back of his mind,
So now he sits all day,
Alleviating wings from spines,
Thinkin how he can put them on his,
Say what it is,
Nigga a man,
When he should be a kid,
Have the choir sing,
Heaven out the crib,
Raise those hands high, high above yo lid,
And shake them,
Sway them,
Throw them,
Right into the crowd,
Do this for the love
Congregation sing it out loud,
We preaching,
No soapbox,
He creeping,
Let’s hope not,
What sleeps in the sidewalks,
Eats up the whole block,
Long live the bloomer that can’t speak,
We pray for that flower choked up between concrete,
Cause looking up to the sky,
Is beautiful from the street,
But lurking up in those clouds,
Lies the bottom of feet,
Nigga,
Don’t get,
Stomped out
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Wit These
03:05
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There we was,
Inna cage,
Life clinging,
Birds trapped,
Two canaries.
Both signing,
Memorize the lines,
Cuz in due time,
There won’t be any more songs to pull us out that mine,
I guess we’ll just flap in the darkness,
Use the wings that we harnessed
And if we don’t. it’ll collapse on us,
Regardless,
I don’t like that plan,
But I guess I’m finna run with it,
As fast as i can,
The tales you be bringing,
Is what kids gone be singing,
When they playing double dutch,
Feet giving light touch to the ground,
Rope swinging,
If the cold hurt your skin,
Thats the pain rain bring in,
If he hadn’t died,
Would this be what I be living,
Why a casket needed,
For love to be giving,
I wanna it from all my niggas.
That is the vision,
Tryna make this shit work,
Until my nigga…,
With these wings you can,
With these wings you can,
With these wings you can,
With these wings you can,
With these wings you can,
Yeah,
My nigga,
Please tell me what we lack,
What do we need,
To get these wings up out our back,
It’s getting hard,
To keep this heart we got intact,
If we make it outta here,
A nigga never looking back
Hoping that this gone shake you to your core,
Real niggas know,
What dipped gold,
Drip on mama’s floor,
I want the windows by the shore,
I want the marble on the floor,
I want a coop,
One that soars,
I want a chain as big as yours,
Is it bad,
That this pain I can’t divorce,
Cause without it,
I don’t know really who I am anymore,
Wrinkles start to form,
From the crown of thorns,
In his head,
As he bled,
Lift him up with every word I’ve said,
Figure out what message I send,
When all these symphonies sound like orchestrated ends,
And at the end of the songs, -
Will all my niggas ascend,
I found a way to break the rules,
Or atleast we’ll make it bend,
With these wings you can,
With these wings you can,
With these wings you can,
With these wings you can,
With these wings you,
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McKinley Dixon Richmond, Virginia
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