Great Migration

Gullah when I pull up
Young bull all about a come up
If I gotta have a dream, I'ma take to extreme
I'ma make it by the ballot or the bullet
This my
Birth of the Cool
Langston: word it like Hughes
Anxious, I'ma hit the bank with, 41 acres, dirt and a mule
Cuz we
Earned in dues
If you had listened you heard it in blues
Make it no matter your shade if we talk about race
So I cannot be worried 'bout hues
I would caution y'all
I'm an invisible man so if I go off, yah eyes watching god
Gotta get up stand up
Bitch if we free, I'ma take a knee
Ima replace the anthem

Look in my eyes, its greatness
Put me under pressure you would think ima cave in
Put me under pressure you gon test my patience
Talk about a come up we the great migration
Look in my eyes, its greatness
Put me under pressure you would think ima cave in
Put me under pressure you gon test my patience
Talk about a come up we the great migration

Child of an exodus
Who am I not to expect a risk
Do or die, everyday sentiment
So I can't afford a bad attempt
Not me I'ma do us
Right now they are clueless
Top 3 and I'm ruthless
And my granny from a town where they founded the Ku Klux
Ain't nobody gonna rule us
I was talented tenth before ten
So you never had chance with you pen
When you dealing with cops record them
Cuz we coming from hood the poor end
And we getting up out like Jordan
I am coming for crown of boom bap
So I pick up my shoes with boot straps
And the music infused with new jazz
And I'm taking your loot we shoot craps
And I'm leading a coup with cool cats

Look in my eyes, its greatness
Put me under pressure you would think ima cave in
Put me under pressure you gon test my patience
Talk about a come up we the great migration
Look in my eyes, its greatness
Put me under pressure you would think ima cave in
Put me under pressure you gon test my patience
Talk about a come up we the great migration

They wanna use us like props
My soul ain't one to be bought
It's deep hidden in our blood
I can feel it in one drop!
Let my hair grow to the top
They wanted Jim Crow but I'm not
I could never trust the police
And I can't share no crops!

Look in my eyes, its greatness
Put me under pressure you would think ima cave in
Put me under pressure you gon test my patience
Talk about a come up we the great migration
Look in my eyes, its greatness
Put me under pressure you would think ima cave in
Put me under pressure you gon test my patience
Talk about a come up we the great migration



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Writer(s): Damon Hart
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