Radio Silence Talib Kweli (Ft. Amber Coffman & Myka 9)

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
I know, we back
We home, let’s go
I know, we back
We home, let’s go!
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[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Born this way
The universe wasn’t formed in a day
Praise the Lord and pray
We the children of God, better learn how to walk this way
Try to walk with faith but it’s hard, what more could I say?
I feel I’m cursed so I talk this way
Gotta write what I’m livin’ in graffiti
It’s the hood hieroglyphics so I’m lookin’ for a wall to spray
You could picture me rollin’, you could picture me holdin’
You could never picture me foldin’
Refuse to beholden to your racist image of a Black man
Kiss my entire colon
Great mind, even though the legacy is stolen
It’s all for the silver and gold
You can tell you in the ghetto from the litter in the road
Man this middle-of-the-road shit really getting old
Which one is the real you? I don’t know, it’s still you
How can I tell if you under a spell? Did the fake you kill you?
Better pass the mic in the afterlife
If so, let me spit flows, good enough to offer to God as a sacrifice
Born again like I passed away, castigated for being honest
Caught bail like a castaway, cause I feel like I’m swimmin’ on an island
When I’m gettin’ introspective: that’s radio silence
When I’m fuckin’ up program directives: that’s radio violence