Crown Of Clay

Ri ri ri
 Ri ri ri
 Ridimakulayo
 My father told me when I was around, the day
 He took me to the river sat me down to pray
 Right there in the water to the sound of pain
 From the mud he fashioned me a crown of clay
 It's why no one can ever take this sound away
 Took me to the water sat me down to pray
 And right there by the river to the sound of pain
 Form the mud he fashioned
 Welcome to the bloodline of the black kings
 Real life, black sins
 The black church, black thoughts, black sins
 Uganda, Bobby Winе, magazines
 Newsflash but old news, likе sins
 We can't speak, judge me, my genes
 An soro soke shey won gbo loke, quite mean
 But you can't hold the voices, some of them go burst out
 We have way to many voices, this is clubhouse
 I'm African and blessed
 I hold it down even when I face distress
 The kind of punches wey fit make your face depress
 I mean if life is a bitch then this is sex
 It's big dick energy when I flex
 I think them scared of me, it's my guess
 But what's beef to a man from the west
 Cowboy, power to man with the chest
 How boy? treasure wey I carry deep within
 But society is getting in between
 The thing long like many limousines
 But I dey dey dey, king no dey japa
 People of Opobo, this king is Jaja
 Story of a slave to a king
 Na barrack boy wey dey relate many things
 No be ashawo if I f many queens
 You see this crown of clay is really a thing
 King
 For instance, only got the grind in my system
 Many water pass wey for drown me
 Nothing shake the strength of a black man, in in me
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 Blood of my forefathers in me
 Steady chasing that paper daily
 Orisirisi many dey be trying
 But odeshi dey for my black skin
 (You see the young king odeshi dey for my skin)
 
 (You see the young queen odeshi dey for my skin)
 Yo, M.I
 Welcome to the blood line of black queens
 Who birth the black dream, from their black hips
 And covered us with black wings
 Women with heart of a king, like drag queens
 My mother told me wash your hands in the black stream
 For the soil on which you toil has gasoline
 Born in the water the fire that steam
 By the riverside where niggers dey high, grass green
 If they mess with you dey get one eye, like black beans
 The ancestors are starting to speak more loudly
 Proudly I listen to what they're saying about me
 We all sinners but God was in us
 Before they sent us on slaveships
 And consecrated Israel and Saudi
 That means our village is our holy grounds
 Our traditions and our names they all are holy sounds
 The wealth that's in our continent was stolen up
 But what they gon do with me now
 They can't control me now
 When I rap is like the sun go dark
 I discovered hidden flows tell me who the fuck is Mungo Park?
 White supremacist shht, uncle park
 You talking to a black king with a disgruntled heart
 My nigga king!
 For instance, only got the grind in my system
 Many water pass wey for drown me
 Nothing shake the strength of a black man (black man), in in me
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 Blood of my forefathers in me
 Steady chasing that paper daily
 Orisirisi many dey be trying
 But odeshi dey for my black skin
 (You see the young king odeshi dey for my skin)
 
 (You see the young queen odeshi dey for my skin)
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 (Black man)