New conscious hip hop out of Western Sydney by Raseth.

LYRICS

I want the truth, yeah it’s all that I know how to chase,
The chains were cold, and they screamed, as I tore our embrace,
I said I’m runnin, they’ll kill us here,
I said I’m runnin, I have no fear,

Since a little kid,
Push a little bit,
I was spillin’ baby formula all on my bib and all the people round me always thinkin’ of the little things I got no time for little things coz big is all I know, so,
I’m different, and I’m an Aussie lad,
And my blood runs black coz I’m African,
I’m a gypo,
Look at me go,
And I’m really gunna say just what I’m thinkin’,
And I’m feelin’ that I know that the places I wanna go are the places that are for those who were born in a certain role, but I know that I’m gunna go yeah I know that I’m gunna hit it,
Even though I got a beard and darker pigment,
And I’m never gunna fit in, I’d rather be just like Krillin,
Throwin a disc of light at all the greatest villians,
IIII will be the one who will never think they should fold,
IIII will be the one lookin out for us below, but,

Sometimes I don’t know if I’m just naive coz I am restless and young,
Oh,
Maybe my ego is just convincing me that I must not be dumb,

I want the truth, yeah it’s all that I know how to chase,
The chains were cold, and they screamed, as I tore our embrace,
I said I’m runnin, they’ll kill us here,
I said I’m runnin, I have no fear,

Gather ‘round kids,
I’ma give you this,
A piece of knowledge passed down from the old Egyptians it’s ancient as the pyramids and roman crucifixion sticks I got no time for miscreants so listen up real close, now,
If you shine bright, like a northern light,
You’ll attract the South snakes and they’ll all fight,
What you’re here for,
Who you live for,
But they’re never gunna kill me or my people coz we’re huffin and we’re puffin till they see that we aren’t bluffin, and our future’s in the oven makin’ cakes out of their muffins,
yeah, yeah, my level is 11,
yeah, take a 4 and add a 7,
take their hell and make a heaven,
take a tony make a kevin,
And it doesn’t really matter that my pockets got no money in ‘em,
These notes will fade to lint our deathbed splints are as cheap as shit,

Nah,
See me comin’ through the back door?
Yeah,
I puff my chest out like a pharaoh,
I’m a round house kick to the temple,
And I hit my special,
Now you got no hooope,
Our society was only meant to limit you,
Make sure that it’s not the way you find your inner truth,
Paint the picture that they tell you you could never do,
Navigate all of the kids and be a principal