Verse I

I learned how to voice at home
For attention, the food and the toys- come’ on
Anything that I wanted I would wine and moan
Speech unknown, my words like a secret code
“Ma-ma, Da-Da” I repeat what’s shown
Who is that in the background? Queen of soul
I would dance to the music, body got bigger
Vocab’ bigger, I would speak my own
Playmates communicate
Mama used to say “ease the tone”
Especially when you speak to grown
I was so “damn” OOPS! upside the dome
If my papa heard me cuss, my hide was “ohhh”
“Where yo lеarn how to say that? boy you wrong”
I said “I overheard you talking on the phonе”
See it’s a whole “lotta things little kids can’t do
When they grow up, they wanna be just like...
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Verse II
Move along to an older me
Music is a J to the O to the B
The world know me as a dope emcee
Make girls wanna dance like Josephine
A whole ‘lotta emcee’s on the scene
But i’m so complete
And they don’t compete
When they lost their style
The contract was foul
WHO? WHAT? WHERE? HOW?
When they’ told to speak
My soul is Free
Even fans wanna lock One Be Lo in a box
But I hold the key
Old man said “if you don’t please
Then you gon’ starve
And you gon’ freeze
And what they gon’ do when you on the street?”
I say “You really wanna know? (nope)
Then play these beats”
I ain't here to preach
Toil or teach
But in the soil you reap what you sow
I gotta grow these seeds-
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Verse III
The African American Slave
Names and language not the same today
Back then no choice, had to pick in the sun
No voice could speak in original tongue
They would work and sing devoted
La La Learn and this english broken
Massa’ really didn’t know what was going on
When he heard we was singing about Moses, like
Go Down, wade in the H-2-O
Look around, everybody tryna save they’ soul
It’s a Negro Spiritual, maybe so
Break the code, it’s time to escape and go
Underground Railroads knew the verses too
Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth
Denmark Vessey, Nat turner too
Communicated in Private “the Truth shall set you free”
The same words get you murdered too
Catch a run away slave in return for loot
That dash...
Back lash...
Quick to get’em hung
Torture the old and send a message to the young
President Lincoln said “instead of run, every n***a get a gun, and you free when it’s done”
A fight for the white’s, if it really is true
When they’ free...
They wanna be just like...