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Crown of Clay
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M.I Abaga
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My father told me when I was around, the day He took me to the river sat me down to pray Right there in the water to the sound of pain From the mud he fashioned me a crown of clay It’s why no one can ever take this sound away Took me to the water sat me down to pray And right there by the river to the sound of pain Form the mud he fashioned... Welcome to the blood line of the black kings Real life black scenеs The Black church black thought black sins Uganda, Bobi wine, “magazines” Nеws flash but old news, like since We can’t speak, Judge me, my genes A’n soro soke, s’an gbo loke? Quite mean (we are speaking up, are they listening up) But you can’t hold the voices Some of them go burst out! We have way too many voices This is CLUBHOUSE! I’m African and blessed I hold it down even when I face stress The kind of punches wey fit make your face press I mean if life is a b*t*h then this is sex It’s Big d**k energy when I flex I think them scared of me is my guess What’s beef to a man from the west? Cowboy Heart to a man with the chest? How boy? Treasure wey I carry deep within But society in getting in-between The thing long like many limousines But I dey, King no dey japa People of opobo, This King ja ja Story of a slave to a king Barrack boy wey dey relate many things No be ahsawo if I mate many queens You see this crown of clay’s really a thing, King! Instinct, only got the grind in my system Many water pass wey for down men Nothing shake the strength of a black man Black man, in in me Blood of my forefathers in me Steady chasing that paper daily Orishirishi men dem be tryna But odeshi dey for my black skin You see the young kings Odeshi de for my black skin Yo, M.I Welcome to the blood line of black queens Who birth the black dream From their black hips then covered us with black wings Women with heart of a king, like drag queens My mother told me wash your head in the black streams For the soil on which you toil has gasoline Born in the water the fire, that steam By the river side where n***as dey high, the grass green If they mess with you they get one eye like black beans The Ancestors are starting to speak more loudly Proudly I listen to what they saying about me We all sinners but God was in us before the sent us on slave ships and consecrated Israel and Saudi That means our villages are holy grounds Traditions and our names they all are holy sounds The wealth that's in our continent was stolen out But what they going do with me when they can't control me now (arhhh!) When I rap is like the Sun go dark I discovered hidden flows tell me who the f**k is mungo park?! White supremacist? shht! uncle park You talking to a Black King with a disgruntled heart My n***a king! Instinct, only got the grind in my system Many water pass wey for down men Nothing shake the strength of a black man Black man, in in me Blood of my forefathers in me Steady chasing that paper daily Orishirishi men dem be tryna But odeshi dey for my black skin You see the young kings Odeshi de for my black skin
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