Kolawole Tokeaux - Blaq Agutan lyrics

[Verse 1] Isn't it amazing How you raised me up to love my dad yet I still hate him 10 years later I realize that I must take And when I look to find him, you ask what your mistakes were Like "I don't get it son, wasn't I enough for you? Strong Black woman, loyal Brought you up to think for yourself I gave my all. Why you worried bout tryna find him now Boy you grown You was raised to be a strong Black man up in my home Yo first name the closest thing to African you know Technicalities of heritage born don't equal love They don't look at you as blood To them, you just a ticket We're your kin. Don't turn your back on us thinking it's them." [Chorus] I got nothin to prove Check my heart for the proof Even if you think my blood leaves me out of the loop What I gained from segragatin, my family roots I'm in pursuit to break through I dedicate this to you Can we call for a truce, truth I'm at the flock of my fold I'm in conflict with my culture I'm loner Can we call for a truce, truth Why we caught up with these notions Is it wrong for us to embrace a moment? Wait... [Verse 2] Isn't it amazing How I learned so much from this initial conversation The habit of just listening without any restraints Is such a luxury I listen to your subtleties to try and pick em up Man receiving all this love from long distance calls Cause For celebration All the Teasing with tongue clicks and Zulu Nation Was dissipating as the conversation progressed To get this off of my chest is mandatory I demand my respect, y'all can keep the glory I dodge these snakes who's tryin to manipulate my story Yup and in fact when they claim I'm too Black To go back to this African's actually right Chorus [Verse 3] Self neglect's the biggest threat Yeah we let it flourish Play it safe by saying f** it Ssshhhh just stay discouraged The wise love to give but the dumb wanna to live And chalk up every moment to It is what it is I done took some time off just tryna get this right Deconstruct these middle barriers My biggest fight Was taught a “Real n***a” The archetype and goal Until them boys learn my name and shut me out the fold Back in 6th grade reciting 2Pac Like Dear Mama is you I never knew Pops, I'm Black like the others right? A black boy, black balled, idiot ignoring facts boy Just know it's more to my story than Getting out the hood from a college education Rapping conscious bout gettin out the hood from education Conscious that this education Engineers of these hood states The addiction in the d** And callin everybody fake See my family on my mom like I'm outchea on the grind like Could care less about your song It's the cause right? I'm far removed from that pulpit, bullpen The mood is to hand you off this energy Hadoken I knew that The day would finally come when I'd be donned in my new skin Redefine my youth Can I share a little truth with ya? It's a struggle to connect to my roots Correcting my perception is the hardest thing to do Cause when I come around these n***as get ta *clicking sounds* Chump that's a southern accent, I'm West African The middle name agrees that I'm born overseas So I don't trip that I ain't from the streets [Chorus]