Wings Nappy Roots (Ft. Emi Meyer)

Rise up
Rise up
Fly little bird
Don’t say goodbye
Nothing to be scared of
When the wind takes you high
Fly little bird
Can you sing my name
Home is where the heart is
Can you take me on
Take me on your wings

Life's an open-ended essay
Don’t worry about the ending
Cause when you think it’s finished
There’s a glorious addendum
The more you hate on someone else
The more you’re just pretending
Even though it’s been a decade
Our story is just beginning
And as long as I am winning
As long as God is willing
I’ll probably still be spittin’ in my 40’s or my 50’s
Or as long as I’m appealing
Thinking back when I was just a shorty
I was picky with my music
Didn’t really play my verses round my city
My recordings sounded shitty
But those are songs
I’ll be enjoying when I’m sixty
Kentucky was a mystery
On the border of the Dixie
This recording industry knows we important to the history
(Damn right) Brag until my brain hits till I’m seventy or eighty
Turned around the seven seas and wasn’t ever in the navy
Bring the lightning and the thunder
Turning ninety then a hundred
Then return into the cloud
Thinking life was so abundant