paroles de chanson On My Way to Inglewood - Damani Nkosi
1st
Verse
The
aurora
of
a
black
woman's
meal
as
I
entered
Domino
table
dead
smack
in
the
center
Menthol
clouds
as
I
wave
my
hands
through
The
gumbo
pot
is
big
like
a
70s
hairdo
Hugs
from
the
women
Love
from
my
relly's
Two-Hour
mix,
all
R
Kelly
Ah
bootleg
of
belly
on
the
table
as
a
coaster
Stash
spot
of
the
ooh
wee
by
the
toaster
Off
the
gin
trynna
play
Jim
Rummy
Kids
in
in
the
other
room
thinkin'
everything
funny
And
it
is
cause
it's
love,
it
is
cause
it's
us
It's
always
one
person
every
word
is
a
cuss
And
I
swear
that's
the
balance
that
I
need
in
my
life
Relief
of
the
stress
cause
the
world
ain't
right
And
they
always
trynna
tell
us
that
we
up
to
no
good
But
I'm
On
My
Way
To
Inglewood
2nd
Verse
I
only
been
here
for
a
short
time
And
I
done
seen
the
world
Couple
continents
under
my
belt
the
world
twirls
on
it's
axis
The
good
the
tragic
I've
watched
as
it
happens
Some
nights
I
cried
others
laughin'
Fresh
to
def
in
a
3rd
world
country
Thinkin'
I
bought
the
J's
when
I
should
of
fed
the
hungry
The
lessons
the
essence
of
a
boy
to
a
man
Can
change
a
I
won't
to
a
simple
I
can
Women
of
all
races
traces
of
my
ancestors
found
in
odd
places
written
on
walls
for
the
ages
The
ancient
wisdom
is
the
knowledge
of
the
now
As
I
weave
my
way
through
the
foul
Plane
hoppin'
and
artifact
coppin'
You
gotta
blend
in
man
it
ain't
no
options
In
foreign
lands
trynna
expand
Hope
my
trips
provoke
some
plans
On
My
Way
Back
To
Inglewood
Talkpart
I
don't
see
how
you
could
of
missed
me
104th
and
10th
avenue,
right
off
crenshaw
I
went
from
there,
I
think
i
was
Inglewood
ave
and
Plymouth
You
know,
right
by
Rogers
Park,
Highland
and
all
that
Manchester
Tamarack
I
was
right
there
I
use
to
walk
all
the
way
to
Inglewood
High
From
there,
that's
on
everything
I
love
3rd
Verse
Feel
like
Im
in
a
movie
The
winds
cuttin'
through
the
buildings
trynna'
move
me
Beanie
over
fro
it's
the
Louis
Scarf
round
my
neck
trynna
soothe
me
In
search
of
the
right
verse,
as
I
rudely
Scamper
through
the
blocks
right
in
front
of
the
cab
Trynna
find
the
lab
It's
the
bridge
in
the
background
that
acts
as
a
compass
As
I
laugh,
At
myself
bout
my
journey,
through
the
struggle
Through
the
game
that
don't
love
me
Smoke
through
the
cement
like
a
backstage
prop
Hater's
in
the
crowd
remind
me
of
a
cop
The
co-op
the
projects
the
object
of
this
life
To
live
right
and
I
won't
stop
til
i
get
it
right
I
hear
the
beat
and
I
feel
somethin'
on
site
I
see
the
streets
and
automatic
think
fight
I
know
i
won't
even
though
i
could
Life's
just
to
good
Still
I'm
On
My
Way
To
Inglewood
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