Lyrics Sins of Our Fathers - Stogie T

Uh, you might wanna pull out a chair for this one
Ay this a real song, yeah
Uh, I'ma pull out the skeletons out my fucking closet man
Just vibe with me, uh, uh, okay

On the shoulders of giants
The line of scope is a wide lens
Got cozy with violence
And never folded the cards dealt
Turn coal into diamonds
My father's bones, past tense
Roll with the punches, the fossil fuel that drives men
Soak in the science
Molded by cruel environments
You know that the light bends
When shone through a cracked mirror
So I model my life on the photos of my kin
From the swag of my pops to the cast iron grin
If you look in my eyes, see the man that could been
It might took me while to live with my father's sins
That's three different women, splitting the children
Mum selling me dreams, cleaning the image
I love her for that
But she don't know I worship the cat
Pimp game shone big, dames' Rockefeller
I start to develop, momma say I am doppelganger
Big frame dark skin
And a pompous manner

On the road with the migrants
Rifle loaded and strapped in
Carry hopes of the masses versus the unholiest tyrants
Hold him close it reminds me, no man is an island
I am drawn to his life's breath
Like the Joker needs Batman
Wrote it on parchment, these the verses my pops left
The frames I stole
Danny Ocean art theft
Ah shit, single mom home pops scarce
Conflict, dysfunction, Scarface my shit
Stogie pouring cold champagne on chicks
The sins of my fathers inflicted on kids
From dudes who pop xannies offhand
To Duduzane's pops on the stand, understand
We carry trauma in our back pockets
With the condoms, back & forth
With thotties on some ad-hoc shit
Mommy crying say I am just like him
Big frame dark skin
I think that's so flattering c'mon

Uh!
Rest in peace Reverend Bashman
Rest in peace Mandla Msibi