[Intro]
I'm sort of a griot, if you can be sort of anything
We survived colonization, the slave trade, the worst of times and we will continue to survive
[Verse 1]
Bill of health, real wealth don't fit in wallets
There's not a message, less it's been acknowledged
Nothing's ever been, ever been abolished
Pains for the wild foulness, like a solace
Been through and then some
Had to plan fun with a handgun
They provide backslide, I advance
Some scarred man from hard lands, it's your anthem
[Hook]
We ain't innocent, we in to dollars
We ain't innocent, we in to dollars
[Verse 2]
Kept a hot piece through the cold war
Only shed tear behind closed door
Thought I only knew poor, was so sure
Now I wanna know more, till I'm no more
With thirst, all the worse, I contemplate
The place gods starve and monsters ate
Played for the empire, need a guarded state
This a plea for forgiveness, only psalms equate
I'm sort of a griot, if you can be sort of anything
We survived colonization, the slave trade, the worst of times and we will continue to survive
[Verse 1]
Bill of health, real wealth don't fit in wallets
There's not a message, less it's been acknowledged
Nothing's ever been, ever been abolished
Pains for the wild foulness, like a solace
Been through and then some
Had to plan fun with a handgun
They provide backslide, I advance
Some scarred man from hard lands, it's your anthem
[Hook]
We ain't innocent, we in to dollars
We ain't innocent, we in to dollars
[Verse 2]
Kept a hot piece through the cold war
Only shed tear behind closed door
Thought I only knew poor, was so sure
Now I wanna know more, till I'm no more
With thirst, all the worse, I contemplate
The place gods starve and monsters ate
Played for the empire, need a guarded state
This a plea for forgiveness, only psalms equate
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