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Somehow
02:25
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Bottom line the homies made moves
Homies paid dues
You ain’t see the politics, but homie gave clues
Find me batting clean up—G’d up
Married to the Queen of Sheba
Like she Dina offa Dreamgirls
Young Martin choose Coretta over Gina
Balance offa hybrid or sativa
My bro Armond is the dreamer
I just keep the peace like Geneva
Keep my stocks private, and keep my socks cheetah
My baby girl really love her mom so she watching how I treat her
This is just my beam up
far away from what they tryna sell you
Man I’m still tryna figure out what I really wanna tell you
Living in the shadows, living in a chateau
Paradise in the hood, life from the macro
God with us, look what God give us,
doing everything to try Him never saw God give up
You gon count the cost when you looking at my Melanin
Call it reparations I’m just looking for my Settlement
Still ain’t heard from Kendrick but still up in my element
Marriage bed undefiled praying for the celebate
Life will keep you humble when you looking at the damages
Navigate the lions like it’s every bit of Daniel 6
But Imma keep the hope up on this journey
A ram sets you free and the goat is for the jury
Changing up the language for the cynics
Man I might travel out East and get discipled by the mystics
But they made a brand out the misfits
The people on the margins disregarded in the pigpens
I’m so glad that the Father waits for prodigals
I left home twice man who you throw this party for
Lately I been praying for the kids
Whatever world we leave them we should teach them to forgive
That been weighing heavy on my heart
Keeping it a stack ain’t no better place to start
That’s just me looking to the future
Tryna stay present for the moment that the truths for
Are you hearing these words
Lord tell us what to do with time
Can you wait a little longer
Can you help us make the climb
Lord I know you got the secrets
Some things come with time
Somehow we getting stronger
Somehow we doing just fine
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Dear Malcolm
02:04
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I got so many questions
Questions you can’t answer but the exercise will stretch me
I’m in a place where my voice can make or break me
Thinking bout the risks involved if the powerful will hate me
If I’m real about it pastors let me down
The prophets taking money under tables—the psyche of the people so unstable this is fatal all around typically the sound coming from the black and brown
All the vulnerable—living comatose
They only visit with you for the quotables
I been living off the images you showed me
Composure under crisis, regal Axel Foley
Prime Eddie Murphy never had to face the dogs
Brothers turned accomplices with FBI involved
I read about your moms, with different hair texture
When your pops got murdered and she held it all together
Till they tried to call her crazy and they took you out the home
Never could imagine all the anger in your soul
Your father was a preacher but he taught you Marcus Garvey
You turned into a hustler, but you couldn’t disregard it
Years later you explored it through religion
The system you submitted to could tell that you was different
Without knowing you would outgrow it, use your mouth knowing that something had to change
Im amazed at the logic of ppl who would say that you’re a terrorist
Like a black man’s freedom look like arrogance
And really I can’t hear that in America
You taught me how to criticize and still keep your character
You called the white man a devil
Somehow that made them fear you, cuz there’s nothing they could tell you
That made you mythical, but you were visible
You fortified your knowledge over prison food
and even as a pastor you’re influence
I’m drawing from your strength as I seek to lead a movement
They said you ain’t a prophet cuz they question your profession
But I’m gon make them question if they ever heard your message
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I Think I Know
02:20
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I woke up with the turntable playing Phoebe Snow
Secrets in my soul only on a need to know
2 weeks of snow got the days feeling long
My wife just told me she don’t listen to my songs
Lol lol I be laughing in the text
Like she really can’t imagine what’s gon happen next
Used to live by trap houses, credit cards maxed out
Long distance phone calls, my ex girl tapped out
Someone stole the Bible that I kept all my notes in
Glad I know the Christ I put my hopes in
He don’t speak no European
Dont respond to DMs, if it’s late in the PM
Just know that I’m reading em
Ay yo how I’m sposed to save money working at a shoe store
Quarantine living, tell me what I need you for
If I had my way I would pull up in a 2 door
If I had my way I would never need to do more
Gimme that introspection
If it ain’t real then the kids gon questions
The adults hit you with a silent nod
Most of us only seen one side of God
Are we gon talk or we gon play with this
Was is just a moment or are we gon stay with it
Was it really nappy when she braided it
Was we really naming it back when we was claiming it
Yeah we gotta go there
Ain’t no talking no code here
I really do miss Jurny Big on the mic
I wish I woulda saved bread earlier in life
I been been catch up learning everything I can
Watching YouTube channels catching up on comic book
Just as nerdy I can, plus 30 grown man
Tryna keep the Gray name sturdy as I can
Cuz we done took some low blows
Everybody feel it
Still we got some new born babes started living
So let’s start living—life come in waves
Learning how to wave at all the old days
Nostalgia, throwing peace up to the founders—lemme change my styles up, looking at my closet like lee change my style up
this is how we round up
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