Lyrics Diaspora - Dru Bex , Eshon Burgundy

Look, look
Dad Jamaican, mom was from Trinidad and Tobago
Met in Canada, that's where I was placed in the cradle
Great white north but my skin is black like a stallion
Back then was rallying my 'migos like I was Quavo
Was looking for trouble
Acting indecent, cause I was able
But God came through with the covenant like a rainbow
Now I find my identity in His son Yeshua
But I'm still black, so I'm stuck with a stack of labels
Yuh
I'm chuckin' it back to Africa
Back before the colonizers sucked it dry like Dracula
Black boy joy, we had
Black king stature, uh
Black girl magic
Black queens so spectacular
Took us from our land, now spread out across the map, it's what?
Brazil
USA
The Caribbean
Even Canada
Place to place the faces change and so does the vernacular
But when we see each other
Just nod
We diaspora

What's good?
I'm here, you here
We are the diaspora
My hood
Your mansion
Rich or poor, we diaspora
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yah
I'm from the land
The continent, the birth place of The Son of Man
Now I'm in the west, where they distributed my fam
A hundred million Hebrews on a boat taken straight off the
Coast, Close, but couldn't shake off The Ghost
Tried to erase our serial but couldn't scrape off the toast, ugh
Some went over board and tried to float, hoping
Abba the Heavenly Father would throw down a rope
Nope
Prophecy gotta go exactly how it's wrote
Scattered around the globe with a chain around our throat, ooh
I be drunk off scripture and Garvey quotes
It's two fingers to the son in my heart, oh A Dios
See the gospel though?
I love the good news
Letters from apostles always put me in a good mood
Spirit of the Son of Man in me
That's a good tool
Running into me the enemy gon' be a footstool
Salute
What's good?
I'm here, you here
We are the diaspora
My hood
Your mansion
Rich or poor, we diaspora
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
One time for the memory of Chadwick
Let the beat drop out
Now bring it back quick
He gave hope to the inner city black kids
Showed them a crown, said "you can really have this"
From Toronto to the Philly pad whence
Bombay came we ain't ever really had bliss
They tailored a lie for us, that's a fitted cap
But we trade it for a crown 'cause we're done with living average
What's good?
I'm here, you here
We are the diaspora
My hood
Your mansion
Rich or poor, we diaspora
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
What's good?
I'm here, you here
We are the diaspora
My hood
Your mansion
Rich or poor, we diaspora
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah