Da Storm

He was born on august 9th 4:22 most people couldn't walk in my shoes We had my son at crib no midwife Cause I'm nice I'm all that & bag of chips I'm not your ordinary slave You gone need a bigger ship than clotilda Speak my truth no filter Them shackles was tight but my conscience is bigger I free myself from them mental chains Learn to hit the off button Ain't tryna be the good guy just tryna be me be free Spread my wings right after roll the leaf Take a trip over the horizon Seen everything they been hiding Religion got us divided Blood staining the soil right where pick the cotton Rap niggas Buffalo soldiers klan sitting back watching Spitting copenghagen in a can Gave ya life ya life to Christ Now claiming you a better man We weather the storms I wear all this pain on my arms I wear all this heart on my arms But today is beautiful day sunshine the sunshine This lifestyle could drive you senile Smoke blowing the wind Sun compliment my copper colored skin Walking down this sacred path I don't where it's gone take me Right now I'm on this uncharted land With my feet in the sand I can feel the spark I'm all smiles right now My lil man came safe & sound Sensitive to lights & sound Oh yeah Observing everything around Oh yeah Sunshine the sunshine this lifestyle a drive you senile Oh yeah It's P4 Da Don