What up Igbo
What you tryin to get into?
I'm about to exodus
somewhere where
mic checks,
can't check wit us
lie low
in the underground,
like diamond necklaces
Hold it down
til we overseas
broken crowns
don't need to bleed
the onus ours
and we need to breathe
check for fortune
from those who unfortunate
we come from
death and decay
emerge from deficits
to say
from scratch
we would scrap
with death strapped
over our backs
scratch and scrape over some
some scraps
then sleep with the rats
just for the families' sake
hope you remember
wisdom like back
in the day
so when we emerge
from the fire
it won't send us
back to fray
we living backwards, ok
steal and shoot
hide the truth
from bitter youth
and that's just for today
couldn't tell u bought
cemeteries created
from lost dreams
drowned out in screams
from the scene
then streams on the screen
censoring our self-esteem
built to to destroy
we come apart
at the seams
crooked measures
couldn't weigh
our Regine
yet we play our part
but we a part
and it's a part
of a merciless
mercenary art
