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I used to be a fisherman
I was
I used to be a carpenter
I was
I used to be a bartender
I was
I used to be a blacksmith
I was
I used to be a vagrant
I was
I used to be a wanderer
I was
I used to be a mother of a tribe
That’s true
My offspring Sprung an empire
Legacy
I was
I used to be a carpenter
I was
I used to be a bartender
I was
I used to be a blacksmith
I was
I used to be a vagrant
I was
I used to be a wanderer
I was
I used to be a mother of a tribe
That’s true
My offspring Sprung an empire
Legacy
I used to rob merchants on the trade route
I was
I used to see it all before it played out
I was
I used to be the horse and the greyhound
I used to be the stray that the Lord found
I’m a black male in a simulation
I’m a black male in a simulation
my pigmentation is game
I can’t entertain imitation
I can’t entertain no echo chamber
I’m a black male in a simulation
I’m high off of a fat rail of realization I got my eyes on the prize that’s the next level even when
the dust settles and die I rose like a red petal
Just like a fucking legend
I mighta died but I came back a fucking legend
I was
I used to see it all before it played out
I was
I used to be the horse and the greyhound
I used to be the stray that the Lord found
I’m a black male in a simulation
I’m a black male in a simulation
my pigmentation is game
I can’t entertain imitation
I can’t entertain no echo chamber
I’m a black male in a simulation
I’m high off of a fat rail of realization I got my eyes on the prize that’s the next level even when
the dust settles and die I rose like a red petal
Just like a fucking legend
I mighta died but I came back a fucking legend
You cant hide that
cant bury that
can’t suppress that
Can’t rewind that can’t rewrite that
got to redact that
Trauma and good and down and plight
Flight
Problem is ain’t no fact checking no more
I’m back sistren and bredren
regular old Denny shitting a log
I let Brine fill in the scar and let time heal it
Let science feel in my skull and let my mind pillage
Divine scripture in Psalm in signature form this the jazz-riff to Israfill hitting the horn
Is the Afghan the jazzman sticks in his arm
last Mohican last bastion of mocha
Thought the passion was over from the blast of the nova no
cant bury that
can’t suppress that
Can’t rewind that can’t rewrite that
got to redact that
Trauma and good and down and plight
Flight
Problem is ain’t no fact checking no more
I’m back sistren and bredren
regular old Denny shitting a log
I let Brine fill in the scar and let time heal it
Let science feel in my skull and let my mind pillage
Divine scripture in Psalm in signature form this the jazz-riff to Israfill hitting the horn
Is the Afghan the jazzman sticks in his arm
last Mohican last bastion of mocha
Thought the passion was over from the blast of the nova no
My wraps around the mic ain’t light Homie they boa strong
Tight
The cell phone waves fucking with me
I know you caught up in the wave if you fucking with me
I put some psalm in a song now you won’t forget me
I slow your MAOs down now you’re coming with me I was bourgeoisie once and once a gypsy
You can’t coup de grace energy I remain
Just like a fucking legend
Tight
The cell phone waves fucking with me
I know you caught up in the wave if you fucking with me
I put some psalm in a song now you won’t forget me
I slow your MAOs down now you’re coming with me I was bourgeoisie once and once a gypsy
You can’t coup de grace energy I remain
Just like a fucking legend
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