I Just Wanna

Verse 1:
I do this for the love, I don’t think about the dough
I ain’t askin’ for much, just maybe a studio
I don’t need a fancy car or a house on the hill
I’d be pleased if I sold twenty albums for real
I just wanna see my daughter in clothes that I bought her
And know that in the bank her college fund’s in order
Because being poor’ll make your days bitter
And poverty’s a wicked man so he can’t get her
I’m proud to say I’m starting to get it right
‘Cause compared to mine's, hers is a better life
And I ain’t gonna shield her from none of the truth
None of the things that they hid from me in my youth
Turn the mic on, right on all my people
Somebody here’s got to live to fight against evil
I find that humanity is all the same
Every year I grow is a year I change
In whatever group you belong there’s the same ones
Dreaming of a day they will see a change come
But when a change come they don’t notice the blessed
That’s when they crucify Him because of his methods
They crucified me, called me a Bruce Lee
Because I teach rap at a university
I guess they rather see me chalked in the streets
Instead of with chalk tryna teach ‘cause that’s hip-hop

Refrain:
They say, "O, talk about blocks
No, talk about pot
Yo, talk about pop
Bro, talk about rocks"

(O’hene): Yo, when y’all gon’ stop?
"Stop what?"
(O’hene): I just wanna live my life

They say, "O, rap about [?]
No, rap about hoes
Hoes? Rap about clothes
Yo, rap about how you gettin’ blow"

(O’hene): Hell no
"Why not?"
(O’hene): I just wanna live my life, they say

Verse 2:
My life is an unfulfilled prophecy
Man, in hip-hop, I was like a prodigy
I was freestyling at eight, at twelve making beats
Had my first album when I was thirteen
I was studying metaphysics at fourteen
So to grow up and blow up was a sure thing
I say this to say that I’m not a new jack
I got a few stacks of rap books to prove that
I came to the continent with just promise
No contacts, just many texts I had jotted
I’m modest if I say I’m one of the hottest
I got the balls to say this in front of the hottest
I feel like my ideas are very advanced
That’s why I pray the culture might give me a chance
Truthfully sometimes I imagine my eulogy
It’s usually them making some excuse for me
‘Cause nobody around really knows what a genius is
And if they do, they don’t know how much my genius is
I think abstractly sort of like Pablo
So don’t ever put a price on my flow
This the gospel

Refrain:
"O, talk about blocks
No, talk about pot
Yo, talk about pop
Bro, talk about rocks"

(O’hene): Yo, when y’all gon’ stop?
"Stop what?"
(O’hene): I just wanna live my life

They say, "O, rap about [?]
No, rap about hoes
Hoes? Rap about clothes
Yo, rap about how you gettin’ blow"

(O’hene): Hell no
"Why not?"
(O’hene): I just wanna live my life, they say

Verse 3:
How would you feel? Undiscovered with true skill
When the population seem to have taken the blue pill
After while, all your pipe dreams get old
Life’s cold, but winter with no heats is cold
You tryna keep morals and all you see
Is dudes livin’ large, selling out on TV
That’s when you start to flip coins
Am I tryna get on or be broke with no health insurance?
It don’t help performing ‘cause cats barely show
Same cats say they love when they hear me flow
With advice like 'O, never follow the trends
You do the work of God now, follow your pen’
Yeah, this is for God, I ain’t following men
If I listen to y’all people, I’d be shallow as them
You say that I’m the best, but then
Let you have to choose a show between me and the Ying Yang Twins
That’s why I can’t judge Jay and 50 Cent
If they wrong, I would suggest they just repent
And ya lucky that my methods is this
‘Cause not too many brothers sacrifice like me with they gift