The Healing -

Bring the beat back, smash crash

All these walls y’all build

Still walk birds outta sea over landfills

Anvils, heavy hammer, masonist, alchemist

Born angelic, life made me a battle ship

Brainwashed since birth to go to work and pay tax

I’m from the era of cadillacs and 8-tracks

Kid from the northern state

Murder rate escalate

Used to go to funerals to holler at girls to date

Celebrate life like a god damn celebrity

Even if your money is funny as Ron Burgundy

Never had a chance to get a room to listen

Till I picked up a mic and started spitting with conviction

Now I’ll be singing a song about school yards and factories

Used to write about pool halls and anarchy

Pour out a stout for the homies that we lost

That’s a long list but I’ll leave it up to god

I want to write a verse that uplifts them

Instead of dissing and digging ditches to ditch them

Wanna be your medicine or prescription

That takes away the pain without addiction

Nomi not a novice, I got noticed by the majors

But nobody wants to sign a Filipino cos they racist

Innovative in this industry of ego maniacs

I decided to step away and work on another craft

Organising became my life and building with the masses

Married to my wife, began taking classes

Now we got a baby boy, named after a Cuban cat

Who started a 100 fires with just 1 match

That’s the life I always wanted

In the end, yes my friend

Peace, land, bread, sexy time and intelligence

Melanin soaked till I’m bronze and I’m broke

Till my engine don’t smoke and my penis don’t poke

I’m a funny mother fucker because life can be tragic

Guns in my face, knives in my anklet

Manic depressive to extremely elated

This is life, you only have one so celebrate it

I want to write a verse that uplifts them

Instead of dissing and digging ditches to ditch them

Wanna be your medicine or prescription

That takes away the pain without addiction

Cruising with my cast aways, crossing destinations

Blowing out candles for annual celebrations

Analog my dialogue, digitise my memories

Agitate the audience, elevate the sensory

Let the music take you, to a place you wanna be

Even if you’re locked down, in the penitentiary

Century gone by without much change

Racism still strong, many men in chains

Put the blame on the system and not the people

Like light through a prism, let the colour lead you

Feed food through the boom box, for the starving

Sleep through the gun shots, and crews mobbing

Dream of a better day, so take action

Live for a reason, die for your passion

Peace and justice to all my folks

For the hungry, struggling, exploited and broke…