Migration Is Natural

These songs shouldn't even exist I grew up in a house without instruments But took whatever we had to make music with It's not what your given, but what you do with it Snot-nose have-nots had to learn that quick For them years Top Ramen was our only dish We learned to remix every single thing in the fridge And shared anything we had with every neighborhood kid When half of East Africa had a key to our crib It's how I learned the village isn't just a place you live But a way of being that you carry with Over oceans and cross whole continents We are not lost souls but we are a bridge Broke language we carry traditions in Old lyrics our bodies rewritten in At my best, it's not me, I'm just listening There's ghosts in my pen that won't let me go They take hold of my body 'til I press record A living echo of what came before Ancient dreams that have changed the world We weren't supposed to make it I pray for guidance now It feels like the real ones are dying out There's no room for ego No time for doubt I'm trying to carry on a legacy I learned at my Mom's house Come on We needed any kind of job A chance at education, a life at all We all were escaping war Walked across a desert Took a boat from the shore Just trying to eat Take my kids if you can't take me I didn't want to leave I take home with me Sahara sands fertilize the Amazon Butterflies Man-made lines are wrong Birds fly with the seasons The world is still breathing Migration is natural Migration is natural Migration is natural Mom's front door used to be like a portal To another world that we came from before With smoke from the bunna and that stove-top shiro So much love I didn't know we were poor But when I went to school, and when I went to my Pops' It was a different language that I had to learn hard I don't mean pronunciation but what's in the heart They teach you to isolate to go far But I know I will never be alone at all And I have failed if I rise while my people fall I'm the first in my tribe to make music a job Now it's the most shared profession in my family y'all I think we're all still healing generational scars Didn't hear about war from my uncles and aunts But they all went through it and I know that it haunts Their dreams, I can't sleep, I hear them call There's ghosts in my pen that won't let me go They take hold of my body 'til I press record A living echo of what came before Ancient dreams that have changed the world We weren't supposed to make it I pray for guidance now It feels like the real ones are dying out There's no room for ego No time for doubt I'm trying to carry on a legacy I learned at my Mom's house Come on We needed any kind of job A chance at education, a life at all We all were escaping war Walked across a desert Took a boat from the shore Just trying to eat Take my kids if you can't take me I didn't want to leave I take home with me Sahara sands fertilize the Amazon Butterflies Man-made lines are wrong Birds fly with the seasons The world is still breathing Migration is natural Migration is natural Migration is natural