After Winter

[Chorus]

Look at all the seeds I done sowed
Somebody call the reaper for me
Shit is getting old
I never gave respect to a wolf in sheep’s clothes
I never shared a bed with a lady who weren’t woke
Lord knows

[Verse 1]

Ok x 4
You know i’m lying
Could have Martin Luther King
But had dreams of King of Diamonds
Adele was chasing pavements
I was busy ducking sirens
Could never play a dull boy
Please i’m busy shinning
Can’t rewrite the past
No way that’s a long story
Saw roots before I saw
Toy Story
I’ve seen pictures where
They left a nigga’s guts gory
So I never gave thanks they
Took the land from me

Oh, cut the cheque
All I want is 40 acre’s
A mule and my respect
All I want is hard food
My dues and diligence
Why we only shed a tear when
Blood spills in the west

[Bridge]

I got these chains on me
Feel like mansa, feel like musa
Took this gold from me
Feel like Midas with the touch
Might clutch this rosary
No more interviews for free they
Took this gold from me

[Verse 2]

This is big lips, hands still
Swinging from my nuts
I’ve been high through all
My lows, so i’m belligerent
As fuck. i’m from the land where
Walking like your shook could get you
Touched. 10 toes, to the pavement
Want a ride? then saddle up
I can tell you about the struggle
I’m from the culture where we bow
To greet our mothers. My daddy
Taught me nothing free except the knowledge
We taking notes and send that change
Back to our brothers. Oh you silly
Motherf—

Cut the chat, cut the cheque
All I want is 40 acres a mule and
My respect. No apologies for my cadence
Tempered words have got me vex
Want it now, I want all my dividends
We ain't buddies, we ain't friends
I’ll take it all back for the ends

[Bridge]

Gimme Gimme that
Another penny for your thoughts
Never needed that. Tears don’t dry on their own
I’m going back to black
I just lost another
Brother so i’m back in black

[Chorus]

Look at all the seeds I done sowed
Somebody call the reaper for me
Shit is getting old
I never gave respect to a wolf in sheep’s clothes
I never shared a bed with a lady who weren’t woke
Lord knows

[Verse 3]

Oh, you want it factual. The destruction of my people
Wasn’t tactical. Found my patience and peace
Inside of parables. Till I figured were far too gone
To be rational. Feeling like Chris Ofili in some finger paint
Painting pictures on the same text books where toby
Limped away, don’t. Bite the hand that feeds when
You’re scraping of my dinner plate. Don’t act surprised
I’ve been this way

[Outro: Collard]

Coping
I’m a slave for this path
I’ve chosen
No escape from these
Sleepless moments
Oh coping
I’ve tried my best
I’ve lied my best
This curse is mine