Trust

 

Why can you culturally not let me have anything?

Want to continuously tell me how my art is not true.

Actually still erasing me when it comes to my own color

Of Africa

Where I’m from

What we did for civilization

As life is

I only seem to appear in good times

When not a voice can overstand the eyes of time

To be an artist named dino mite

Told to us through ink and flower essence

A color of a black family

Before.

Now my artifacts still left up the Royals to sift through.

Not yet given back to me

So my culture is as always my made up technically for me

Which can never be really seen

Through third eye only I am seen really.

The real you

 

Wherever you from

Do it right from there

Stay motivated from what you know

So now slow down

Who motivates you from where you from

To stay right there.

Mory Povich baby daddy momma bullshit.

Who you be from?

Where you offered beef to live from?

Make sure my is done classicly weather you like it or not.

Change from chicken to beef is allowed where we from.

Survival is one thang while hustlin’ is how it’s done that day.

See where I’m from

And

Feel your eyes right next to me

Comin’ up once again directly next to me.

Findin’ the way all over again.