United from Music

How many souls do i bless day

How many times have I walked away

Too many count, prolly every single time

And lately, I’ve been thinking between each rhyme

Between like the Isleys, Funkadelic playing every time

But lowkey, why am i scared, scared of the matter or consequences

But is it really, or just minor offenses

I’ve been on the fence with, spreading the word to these capitalists

Smokeers, junkies and the catalyst

Picture this, Bo Diddly and Nina Simone

Black folks make rock n roll

Eminem and Beasty Boys, them folks make hip hop though

Drake showcases Spanish flows

Kendrick rocks Jamaicans vocals

Music shouldn’t be divided by race

Except united by are faith

Even if your black, Anglo-sax

White Irish, Gold

There is always music for you to go pro

Whether it be rap or Roll

Jazz music to Saxaphones

All day there’s something to hold on

All day

 

Can i sing like Coltrane, or harmonize like Nina Simone

Oh can i sell the goods like I’m Al Capone

Like the Scott’s, pick up the phone

Reply with a hit like Eminem on a dial tone

 

All day

Though I’m white i still got a soul

I can write raps like any other folk

And people brush it off like a bad flowed joke

Why yall such cowpokes, i can rap about crack on stoves

Paint it so vivid even tho i never whipped the dough

I only ziplocked food, not the Caine

Played in the snow, not with cocaine

But if i rap about it does it give me game

Does it further push my fame

Free Will pushed out the frame

Music is one big game

We all slaves no matter the colour

You, him and I, we all the same brothers

Forget the skin, don’t pull back shirt covers

To all prevent a birth we must wear a rubber

To get shot you bleed red, we all got that colour

Oh how the wind blows

Wind blows

 

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Even though I’m a capitalistic mental

I still will uncoincidental, shake the game

Grab it by the waist, shift tectonic plates

How could you say another folk got this game

Of rhyming the same words the same

All is in sane but your insane

People wanna know how you maintain your mind frame

Not end it up like Cobains

But revive it like a segue

Like a segue