At Last...
Open your mind, open your ears
And ride with me
I know I did some things
Do I wish that I can take em back?
It gives me content to write
But this is more than rap
I'm not ashamed of how we living or my image
Where I grew up we was targets for the prison
At last I'm 22 and I finally see the picture
My nappy hair and black skin always fit they descriptions
My name hold weight, but to them I'm another nigga
I can do no wrong, and still get one in the temple
Got my people praying for me
To protect
My investments of giving back all these blessing
Music that sound like heaven
The numbers they come in seven
My heart is bigger than Kevin's
My brothers came from the terrace
And now we niggas in Paris
Living in a world tryna edit our own narratives
I wish that all lives matter, but this America
Just take my skin for example to show how fair it is
MAGA, how can they be so arrogant
Well at last, I'm coming home
Said "mama let's hit the road"
We got better places to go
When you ready, just be forsure
I know you want something more
When Heaven open the doors
Lets go
This is where we draw the line
I got too much pride to ever switch sides
And watch us hang from the sidelines
We'll keep fighting for our loves on the other side
Peace signs over street signs
Looking up for answers in the skyline
I stop asking God why
I just put a smile on, and let my songs cry
I let my hands go up and just enjoy the ride
I know we on the way to Heaven for a better life mama no lie
The luggage in the back of the Escalade
I'm done working jobs on my feet all fucking day
I'd rather be a rapper, than be stuck in a cubicle
Bosses bitchin' at me make me feel like I'm worthless, nah I'm this important
My words is loud and clear
Nobody I'll ever fear
True fighters don't ever quit
At last, we finally here
The future you cannot fear
I'm ready to be your shield
Lets go
And ride with me
I know I did some things
Do I wish that I can take em back?
It gives me content to write
But this is more than rap
I'm not ashamed of how we living or my image
Where I grew up we was targets for the prison
At last I'm 22 and I finally see the picture
My nappy hair and black skin always fit they descriptions
My name hold weight, but to them I'm another nigga
I can do no wrong, and still get one in the temple
Got my people praying for me
To protect
My investments of giving back all these blessing
Music that sound like heaven
The numbers they come in seven
My heart is bigger than Kevin's
My brothers came from the terrace
And now we niggas in Paris
Living in a world tryna edit our own narratives
I wish that all lives matter, but this America
Just take my skin for example to show how fair it is
MAGA, how can they be so arrogant
Well at last, I'm coming home
Said "mama let's hit the road"
We got better places to go
When you ready, just be forsure
I know you want something more
When Heaven open the doors
Lets go
This is where we draw the line
I got too much pride to ever switch sides
And watch us hang from the sidelines
We'll keep fighting for our loves on the other side
Peace signs over street signs
Looking up for answers in the skyline
I stop asking God why
I just put a smile on, and let my songs cry
I let my hands go up and just enjoy the ride
I know we on the way to Heaven for a better life mama no lie
The luggage in the back of the Escalade
I'm done working jobs on my feet all fucking day
I'd rather be a rapper, than be stuck in a cubicle
Bosses bitchin' at me make me feel like I'm worthless, nah I'm this important
My words is loud and clear
Nobody I'll ever fear
True fighters don't ever quit
At last, we finally here
The future you cannot fear
I'm ready to be your shield
Lets go
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Writer(s): Tajai' Pannell
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