Ancestors, ancestors
Terence Crutcher
Their blood still speaks
From pain to purpose, their blood still speaks
From ashes to beauty, their blood still speaks
Saying you are brilliant
You are black excellence, their blood still speaks
We say a prayer for a better tomorrow
We cherish time
'Cause we know that it's borrowed.
Black Wall Street
Black Heaven
Now this is hollow ground
We may not see our ancestors
But their spirits still around
Take these slave chains
And give us back our crown
'Cause freedom isn't free
When you look like me
Young, gifted, and black
From the colour of our skin
To the texture of your hair
We birthed with purpose
It's reason that you're here
The world is yours to conquer
Believe in yourself
I wish you nothing but the best
Love, peace, and grace
And an overflow of life's wealth
Yeah
I said an overflow of
Tell a black girl that she's worth it
Tell a black boy he got purpose
Destined since your mother's womb
May your passion consume
Fire in your bones
A vision for a better world
The world is yours to conquer
You are God's design
It's your time
To be young and free
With life ahead of me
Justice was fought so we
So we could live our dreams
Kindergarten taught us pledge allegiance
But they concealed them terrorist secrets
Me and the homies did our own research
A hundred years later, yea this the rebirth
They think reparations a record advance?
I'm God's mirror image
Don't insult me I need a God-like percentage
It's more than rhymes in a sentence
Feed my kids when I'm finished
My daughter know she pretty
She don't need no extensions like a fake Cleopatra
Tie a ribbon in her natural
Black baby alive dolls
She getting all her practice
For my future grand babies
Gotta carry on tradition
For my ancestors, God sent me on a mission
GOD MC all caps when you type it
These rappers all cap and I don't like it
But we still getting capital
Protest at the capitol
Can't stop nothing magical
So tell them nationalist
We on some Africa shit
To be young and free
With life ahead of me
Justice was fought so we
So we could live our dreams
Benediction
Redemption
Life, death, and love, forgive me for this contradiction
I made mistake in my past living
So forgive my sake of present living
I might do this shit again
I may cry for life again
Cry again for death
Cry again for pain
Cry again for every brick that has ever been laid
Stayed, for hundred years
Stayed for hundred tears
Built a hundred bricks
Built a hundred sticks
Hundred spirits is marching
Hundred babies is printed in black and white
A hundred years later
A hundred MCs is at the peephole
A hundred dread heads confronting
A hundred white sheets at the intersection
A hundred poets
A hundred sons and daughters
A hundred from the North
A hundred from Gilcrease
36th and 46th BC Franklin
A hundred nappy heads from Cheyenne
Berry Park and Chamberlain
And North Mabee
And Ben Hill
And Amos T Hall
And O' Brian
In front of Mt. Vernon
Front of Mt. Zion
Been done crying
The new fire is burning