Talk Story

Good evening yall

Im a tell yall a story

So i was walking around henhay park, right

Sun was goin down, we gettin off of work late

And i run into this, this man, this old man, and he tells me

For my seeds well being, i declare war

Hacienda louicita, i declare war

For the last five hundred years

Been in a war to make sure that we never see five hundred (torn?)

I wont rest till my story been told

I wont rest till my story been told

Come on

I wont rest till my story been told

What

I wont rest till my story been told

Yo

The wicked try to justify to keep what they stole

It eats at their souls, guess they reap what they sow

Competing with your brother for the love of the dough

But we know we own nothing so we claim it fo sho

Who got the guns and the gold, who left us out in the cold

White wilderness i travel while im searching my own

Its why im flippin up home like it was written in stone

Its for the children seeking answers to the questions at home

This aint no neo soul even though its subtle and slow

The political is personal you suckas should know

Its why my body wont rest until my story been told

I wont rest until my stories have been told

Now

I wrote the scroll flipped the script broke the mold

But my people aint free we just sat on parole

My collection of records is for my son when hes grown

Hell appreciate the now when we call it the old

These americans forgettin they live on a globe

The same planet as those left abandoned it droves

Kept in bondage by the chain of a creditors loan

Their money is like a bboy stance, it stays froze

I (prose?) what the world decomposes to show

The conditions thats depicted up in hustle and flow

From (drafted?) to casket these soldiers come home

My craft spit the magic off the top of the dome

Im walkin alone, often get exhausted and blown

Only six feet separate the coffin and throne

You cavemen insist on callin sisters a ho

You aint equipped to paint a picture of the city i roam

Around in circles on the back of metropolitan joe

Rejectin all your dogma keeps my karma in tow

(provolone?) chasin pipe dream and people (to blow?)

The created could never pay the creator what they owe

Working till the bone cracks over timezones

Push the pen to the paper nose to the grindstone

I wont rest until my story been told

I wont rest until my stories have been told

Now

I wrote the scroll flipped the script broke the mold

One chapter closed but another unfolds

One chapter closed but another unfolds

Said one chapter closed, the other unfolds

I want to say to the fam, friends, supporters worldwide,

If you identify with the hustle in this struggle,

Then guess what, your down (with us?)