Thinking bout where to start
Shout out to ancestors like
John Henrik Clarke
For making his mark
And leaving me knowledge
That's making me smart
I wasn't dyslexic
But American schools
Ain't giving me lessons
I need in my soul
Needed to learn
Needed to grow
Need to discern
All of the history books
Leaving us out
Leaving our people in doubt
That we ever did shit
Always weeding us out
Study to see what it's bout
They running a few scams
Giving n***as some food stamps
Put guns in a few hands
That's making ya crew blam
Put mummies in museums
N***a got damn
These writings are sacred
From kings to their sons
And I thought about mine
From the top of the bunk
I learned that it takes time
To learn how to raise to mine
With all of these hate crimes
They didn't expect for me
To inspect it
To see that we're black kings
Like Pepi the Second
To spit and direct a collective
They always just mess up the message
Feeling like King Tut
When I'm fresh with a clean cut
It's only right that I'm blinged up
So I step with a mean strut
When the cops come
I don't freeze up
Y'all thinking religions
Will fight to save us
Y'all better of reading the Isis Papers
Shout out to Frances Cress Welsing
Reading her writings
Are what's helping
To see what I needed to see
Needed to know
And yo it's deep as reading a scroll
Placed inside of a tomb
That's gleaming in gold
Is you peeping the flow
Snacking on fruits
Trying to get back my roots
Before we was clapping a deuce
I'm asking for truth
Don't ask me what happened to me
Homie what happened to you