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Dad Jamaican
Mom was from Trinidad & Tobago
Met in Canada
That's where I was placed in the cradle
Great white north but my skin is black like a stallion
Back then was rallying my 'Migos like I was Quavo
Was looking for trouble
Acting indecent 'cause I was able
But God came through with the covenant like a rainbow
Now I find my identity in His Son, Yeshua
But I'm still black so I'm stuck with a stack of labels
I'm chucking it back to Africa
Back before the colonizers sucked it dry like Dracula
Black boy joy? We had black king stature, uh
Black girl magic? Black queens so spectacular
Took us from our land
Now spread out across the map
It's what? Brazil, USA, The Carribean, even Canada
Place to place the faces change, so does the vernacular
But when we see each other, just nod, "We Diaspora"

What's good?
I'm here, you here
We are the Diaspora
My hood, your mansion
Rich or poor, we Diaspora
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say, "Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm from the land, the continent
The birth place of the Son of man
Now I'm in the west where they distributed my fam
A hundred million hebrews on a boat taken straight of the coast
Close, but couldn't shake off the ghost
Tried to erase our serial but couldn't scrape off the toast
Uh, some went over board and tried to float
Hoping Abba, the Heavenly Father would throw down a rope
Nope, prophecy gotta go exactly how its wrote
Scattered around the globe with a chain around our throat
Ooh, I be drunk off scripture and garvey quotes
It's two fingers to the sin in my heart
Oh adios, see the gospel though?
I love the good news
Letters from apostles always put me in a good mood
Spirit of the Son of man in me
That's a good tool
Running into me the enemy gon' be a footstool, salute

What's good?
I'm here, you here
We are the Diaspora
My hood, your mansion
Rich or poor, we Diaspora
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say, "Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, one time for the memory of Chadwick
The beat drop out, now bring it back, quick!
He gave hope to the inner city black kids
Showed them a crown, said, "You can really have this"
From Toronto to the Philly pad whence
Bombay came, we ain't ever really had bliss
They tailored a lie for us, that's a fitted cap
But we trade it for a crown 'cause we're done with living average

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