JOURNEY - Tobe Nwigwe

Remember cold nights staring out windows, watching my breath fog

Before I was on point with knuckles like that hedgehog

Sonic

Used to puff chronic and sip the tonic

In the state of the blue bonnet, where they leave you worse than bubonic

Plague

'Specially if you stayed over there off on Park

Way before Jeff pushed that 'Lac the color of corn starch

We had never worn hearts on our sleeve 'cause the leaf

and delete all the weak

If you speak anything harsh over my hood, you crazy

Word to my mama

They put somethin' in the clip the same shape as a comma

And go bananas with hammers

If manners is somethin' that you lackin'

While pushin' Anglo-Saxon

Colored contraband

In the land where they ain’t wrapped too tight

Grew up 'round wild boys

No MGK, they was just wrappin' white

Half my life, thought about packin' knives

Ratchets lied all on my mattress

No magnets, I’d attract blackness 'til I begat this

No road to Damascus type of journey

'Round 'bout the time DK had offed himself

Often felt that he lost hisself to a coffin 'cause calls for help were

Never answered, he had to dance with a lot of demons

My clever banter could never recant the life of scheming

That I lived when I was out here with G-Mar goin' live

Before Chops caught them cases and had to go for five

Before J-Slim caught that agg' and had to sit down for eight

Before Lil Charles had that dough and powder, no funnelcake

I was with my running mates

We boxed, but had the gun in place

My dawgs was like Deion Sanders

In the field and runnin' back, uh

Spit guava, I’m a thick juice buah

Catch you eyeing my wife, I’ll patch your eye like Slick Rick Ruler

I got more drive than four Lyfts and six new Ubers

But my mama hated on me 'til I blew like a Five-Deuce Hoover, uh

No Crip, I need more chips and a nose clip

'cause the smell is atrocious, hope you notice

Just how cuckoo the flow is when I’m focused

I am Chuku to locust, who approach this?

Throne

Now leave me 'lone and let me learn you somethin'

Elohim taught me how to cook, now I can curve the onion

Booty, truly, you big, better shoot it

If you’d do that

Contrary to what you see in movies, but

That’s hard to do when you ain’t got no point of reference

I understand your point of view, so I annoit the lessons

In my message, peep my essence

I keep all my flows open-minded so you can see the blessings

Now can you see it?

It’s the question of the day here

Hair extra nappy, but I’m always down to catch a fade

My dawg Simon’s touched more white than Abercrombie state-to-state

Swear they know the flow tsunami, hopefully they catch the wave

On my journey

Yeah

Swear they know the flow tsunami, hopefully they catch the wave

On my journey, journey, journey, journey

Journey, journey, journey

Ayy, I look, I pray you catch a wave

That doesn’t subside

This for the nappy-heads in Heaven

With a nappy-head Christ by their side

I pray you catch a wave

That doesn’t subside

This for the nappy-heads in Heaven

With a nappy-head Christ by their side, yeah

May your streets be paved with gold, yeah

Hope my whole hood make it home, yeah

May your streets be paved with gold, yeah

Hope my whole hood make it home