The Chiefs Manifesto

Inhaling on a good vibration I poured my D'ussé out to speak my hood libations Now as I stand in one nation, under hatred I know my matter runs through it when I face it My flesh scarred. My hearts strong My mind expands. That's my moon and my star And with a spark of my divine, here you are son I created a universe in human form Now Father God keep blessing me As Mother Nature keeps testing me Abstract my ancestry, in my melodies Extracting all the values that I'll ever need Truth, sacrificing with integrity And if I'm in your presence, there's a felon in your mezzanine My spirit running towards the work of the ministry It's chef'n up my dopamine Switching up my chemistry And I'm a whole different energy The order manifested from my chaos is the currency And I was born into this peasantry Kneeled to be knighted and awaiting is my destiny See that's a Chiefs tale if ever wrote one A message to spread around, if you going to quote one Blood of A Slave, heart of a King Word to Nasir Charge it to Queens May I embody all the wisdom passed down Cause I can't know it all, I barley understand now See I can talk like, act like, i know it all Or I could shut the f*ck up and just learn some more I choose the path of the humble master So I don't rap like a mumble rapper And I don't act like a public actor It's all growth and then I double backwards To teach my babies how to treat the ladies Which can't be done treating your momma crazy I wouldn't do that to your Mother Nature For your roots to grow, you gon' need something stable I wrote it down and now it's manifesto As I continue to climb toward higher potential A lot to lose and a lot to prove But that's the sweet spot son, right in that groove That universal balance that my chakras need "To find yourself, think for self", That's Socrates As I approach modern man with this philosophy During end times. I'm trying to rewrite these prophecies You see my sons don't deserve hell But we going, know your daddy still gone earn well That pirate in me, still knows how to pillage But with new knowledge of self, I'm a different spirit Rolling dolo from state to state Running the red queens race, trying to keep pace And if mans half culture, that means I got to keep face But on a road less traveled, steps are hard to retrace But still I march Like Moses in the dark with no torch With the love of my sons that's in my heart Still I march... Cause Kings are born in the dark