Q54 

#rap #hiphop #barz #lockdown #eminem #SAhiphop
Lyrics:
If it isn’t Nas then it’s Big L or Biggie Smalls or big Jigga
Mos Def I thought it best that I get involve in the big picture
Uncut primitive edge sharp as a native’s killer tool
Unplugged limitless set sparks on a page and rip the booth
Cooking rabies and minerals
Since school days on intervals
If dogs weren’t saved by bells dogs were saved by the principal
This is heartache and spiritual
Dark days I scribbled through
It’s life there’s no difference from large stage and living room
Yo, the role that this form of art plays pivotal
Words roll stones that cover God’s face the living proof
This wild style, I flip it like parkour
Hard core
I’m ye with it take heads to a Sunday Service with God flows
Scriptures and paradigm altering legends that aren’t told
Prayers and gospels that can pull the heaven just a star close
Natal born and bread
Where for some hard borne bread’s never addin’ up
Born and bread in camps of those that stack it up
The Bantu stands where I still move at a pace that’s not black enough
Cause how I raised we never lack as much
My parents white pious intercessor and a minister
So when life swallows me it’s set to project me to Nineveh
Black house mothers that wore hearts on their sleeveless pinafores
Told tales stirred me close to my dreams with literature
All for a wage to hopefully feed their little ones
The diamonds in the rough type villagers
Raised by night time visitors
Who raised wine bottles with Christ- like diligence
As long as that cycle is fed they’d be life-time prisoners
Of short lived thrills with Holy feels
Flash out tongues like panting jackals and poisonous snakes we’re born to kill
Nesting all shades of sins that the natural light alone won’t reveal
Hearts of stone bones of steel
Dad likes my prayers in my mother’s language
They taste like God rose from the dead after 3 days after my birth my mother vanished
I was my mother’s 3 days and nights sick
Before I was moved to where I was officially placed in 96’
I’m a son of a traveller, pilgrim or phantom
A single question with a million answers
I mean answers excuse the twang this isn’t me
I’m not U.S and proud but sometimes I find myself grieving in between
Tongues and time
Black and white
I’m a melting pot
Undefined
With an appetite
For a wealth in God
Wife and children that I can raise to the stars
Above the demons that found a place in my heart
It’s why I love the coloured girl who wrote A Question Of Power
Born a crime in SA and moved to live and die as a VET in Botswana
Bessie Head go read about her she’s why I write
Why I spark raps on my page like petrol bombs I’m the riot type
What you hear is a lion fight
I’ve lived through my entire life
The roars are deep and dark as long drop toilets and high as Christ
I get anxious
Almost never wake in the most violent episodes
Out of breath with my back against heaven’s door’s with a heavy load
On my chest, in a flash I can barely hold my very own
Life or all that’s left right next to all that was never told and all that I never chose
Like this black shade..