The title of the track refers to High John the Conqueror, a folklore tale about an African prince who was enslaved in America. Wyeth Collins wrote the following regarding their interview with MAVI:
Seated among plaques of Madonna, Janet Jackson, and Lil Wayne at Noble Studios in Harlem, the Charlot...
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Praying they still make love in my size
Sober up and wipe the crust out my eyes
My last integrity and trust a trail of crumbs for my bride
Is it a return or a failure to succumb to the tide?
When Charlotte people seen folks cherish me was such a surprise
They seeing something we not
Since doctors sliced open my stomach at five
More often than not at sustenance a nah before a nod
It's stock in the Glock
I'm crashing if it's eye for an еye
Poppa taught me a lot
[Verse]
Love and disrеspect is all we abide
I had to get a check, I wanted a commune
Either a big BM or a Benz for my mom
Soon popping benzos turned her grin into monsoon
A long June the summer after
We made the turn on the long route for the plunder
Casted in small rooms knitting heart loom, spinning something tragic
But love from fragments automatic, just that Sumter magic
Bumped my cap and crack for that
I'll puff a raw or pump a baddie
Always keep a driver by the caddie, why we lugging baggage?
Niggas want my status so attack me, they just hustling backwards
Models and bottles coming matching, we prefer the black ones
Don't need no flashiness, the stats and graphs reveal the stature
Older heads sad 'bout how it happened, take 'em out to pasture
Niggas weren't gassing me or asking my opinion last year
We was our only love
Struggle a teach you some
Twelfth grade I rode east with Ahmir to go and meet the plug
We learned we built this off belief, we ain't e'en need the drugs
I told mom I'll trek D.C. if it'll please her
But degree don't seem to speak no more
The pain hit deeper when your people ain't in reach no more
'Cause greed'll feed 'em more
[Chorus]
Praying they still make love in my size
Sober up and wipe the crust out my eyes
My last integrity and trust a trail of crumbs for my bride
Is it a return or a failure to succumb to the tide?
Money got bigger but my problems never shrunk down to size
They was just feeling it but then the sun had shrunk out the sky
[Outro]
You need my echo just to hear from me
But I'm a echo in your memory, yeah, yeah
Alright
High John was written by MAVI.
High John was produced by Wulf Morpheus.