I'm taking it back like clothes that don't fit
That you purchased in a hurry went home and oh shit
I'm so sick, my rhyme book throws a fit
I need a vaccination just so I can spit my own shit
I am so ridiculous, I got to compose this [?]
I am sorta like a reporter strapped with a little recorder
The warden having an order not to let me in at all
For me not to cause a slaughter, lyrically, I am flowing water
I don't wanna, take it easy on me suckers
Harass more brothas then a sleazy undercover
But seriously, I remember I was 7
When rap came mysteriously and made me feel 11
It understood me, made my ghetto heaven
I understood it as the new poor people's weapon
But now it's half assed like a dog with one butt cheek
Dusty foot philosopher came to change things, trust me
From Ethiopia, Tanzania, Somalia
Heathrow airport, customs at LaGuardia
Uganda, Kenya, my people up in Ghana
Kingston, Jamaica, big up, cause you know it's time for the African way
