GIVE IT BACK - Tobe Nwigwe

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And I’mma state this in my genetics

Shekinah Glory in my esthetics

They say the flow is poetic, prophetic

And come from a relic that ain’t synthetic

I got that authenticity

Admittedly, I am what’s under Christmas trees

I’m gifted, we rappin', it’s serendipity

Who knew I could master complex simplicity?

Hmm, not me though

I thought I’d live a life with a pistol to the peep hole

I grew up jammin' Z-Ro, never been placebo

Papa told me every shot in life ain’t a free throw

Biko, biko why we solemnly swear there’s none on Earth greater than Chukwu

Teach ya people all them problems we share

Since our birth make us the doo-doo

And as for those as white as tissue

I know some of y’all seekin' to wipe us out

But you could refashion your name

To that of Torrence Ivy Hatch and couldn’t wipe me down

That’s word to Boosie

Too far along not to merge with goofies

PSA to young thots who trot my way

With the onion, I curve the booty

You’d be truly amazed to know that

I do not judge you for your maneuvers

'Cause I was once an unruly fooly, we ain’t acting newbie

They grew it with Hoover

Had the block hot as lava

Block under constant fire

They made flippin' bricks they messiah

They just want to drip like saliva

And who am I to incite that movin'

Like MacGyver to survive all the plights

Against those whose skin tone absorbs the light

Is more so right then to grab a slice of the pie

Yeah, cause truth be told that’s the least you owe us

And I ain’t here for no tears or cheers

I just need the years stolen by the locusts

So, please give it back

Please give it back

Please give it back

Better that than go tit-for-tat

I said, please give it back

Please give it back

Please give it back

Better that than go tit-for-tat

I said please

Pay us what you owe us

For all the years y’all know that y’all hold us

We bought some stocks

But Game Stop done showed us

The systems sick as tuberculosis

But we all know this

Who is we kiddin'?

The book of life says that it is written

«The US Government perfected pimpin'»

The school of hard knocks gave us admission

And since we graduated

All them palpitations in our chest that aggravate us is

The reason why I make these songs

I’m done