Lyrics Message to Lincoln - TssenTamu

Tssentamu say the grace listen

The half a teaspoon of history
They mixed in my curriculum
They gave my ancestors mirrors and clothes
In exchange for bodied men carrying gold
Now they selling homies smartphones with selfie cameras
With prices close to gold
Arabs took the first and most slaves
Across the ocean now they call that migrant labour
Doing security jobs and other forms of cheap labour
All the women escorting just to buy a fur coat
That they saw Rihanna rocking on her instagram post
These are the smartest brains
Being drained out of the coast
To work assistant jobs
For fellas half their IQ
So they can buy back a piece of gold
They once owned
History repeats itself
What goes around comes back around
Revenge is best served cold
But they change and rig the history
So you never see when it repeats
I repeat
So they change and rig the history
So you never see when it repeats

This is for all my peers
Trying to make paper
Flying to make paper
In this damn era

While most of us are asking who is God
The WHO is playing God
They claim you never go wrong with statistics
From day one mama told me
Bo boy never gamble
These fellas set bookies on human lives
They feet move in the dark
They don't know what they do
They know not when they stumble
Woke up and forgot
What God was saying in my dreams
Amidst all the funny waves
I took a nap to dream again
The good messages slip away
Hard to forget them nightmares
Keep on lurking through the day
While I remember all the good
The bud keep passing by
Job-hunting in a recession
How many rats gotta die
Until the WHO can stop playing God
Just roll the die
All experiments in 21C
Are sacrifices to the Gods in days of BC
Schools are closed while they kill
Custodians of knowledge
Closing doors to education
Spiritual growth and revelation
Directing all the focus to outrage
And carnal forms of living
While they lurk in archives
Changing and rewriting history

This is for all my peers
Trying to make paper
Flying to make paper
In this damn era

Shield your children from the horrors of the Horus
Feed them with the message in the chorus
This is for us
I'm never 100 in
With anything earth made
I refuse to learn from your experience its man made
I'm God made
I don't believe in common sense
I never hated monday
The way I think
Has never been common with theirs since
C'mon too much power in my questions
They labelled me bipolar its on record
Opened my mouth to mention what I rep
They change I might end up a felon
That's if I'm not dead
But how can that happen am on record
With Axon on production
Godfather in this faction
Loop g on the beat
I know the one that resurrects men
I see the light
When it's all said and some percentage is done
The media done fooled us it's the son of the gun
The hate you give
Is the hate you were given
Under the sun
What happens under the moon
Is often not considered by some
My gun is my mic
But I held a stick before I could buss
Boarding school raised me
While momma was chasing a bus
Straight to Namanve
Rwenzori kept flowing through us
Papa in a Benz
Cleared forwarded Tata's bus
That kept the lights on us cuz
And I grew up with some cousins
The whole family is us

This is for all my peers
Trying to make paper
Flying to make paper
In this damn era

Hope in the things that I prayed for
Hoping I duck the dark trap they prey on
I play too long
They play too much
I long for the wins
It's much different
Time is money
TIM that's my name
Man made money
God made man
God made time
She pretends to see the buttons that Steve removed
But am smashing all the apples tonight
On this Greenwich meridian am found
On Gods meditation I've found ground
Fraudulent since the drought days
The doubt days
Oh yeah they hit hard
Like PC draft games
Always liked to be the dawg that never barks
Regardless of how powerless that left me
Yeah that left me

This is for all my peers
Trying to make paper
Flying to make paper
In this damn era