Iʼm Americaʼs worst nightmare,
Iʼm young black and too intelligent to be scared,
Iʼm from back when you knew everyone you was near,
and your circle been around and could never produce a square, yeah, Iʼm from there and you know how living there goes,
ribbons in the air and love whipped into Oʼs,
my man be sending prayers up for the give and the go,
he said he pull a chair up and blow a kiss to the stove, mwah!,
all love like splitting this hero with you,
or when they toss slugs to see if thereʼs hero in you,
Iʼm here to talk us and see if itʼs beneficial,
and itʼs really all love if you bringing some Henny with you, right?, ‘cause God bless what the Hennessy made clearer,
sitting in your chest while you sit out the day with us,
the feeling that you got
when you see what some cake get us,
or the feeling of you watching them tear down the Slave Theater, right?, they place you to get yours then put you outta place,
knowing you was just taught to keep a hideaway,
like you don't come from the store until you got a plate,
or flowers over your thoughts like Billie Holiday,
either or, or, until we up and gone,
theyʼre calling 311 but they was color drawn,
I watched spots get turned to croissant sellers,
like how I watched pots get turned into card pressers,
tried to make it all make sense like more adderall,
where every note carries over like if I add a horn,
caught a way up with visions of 40 acres
so know when I talk these I add a Lee like Cannonball,
Adderley?, Cannonball?, never mind,
thatʼll make sense by tomorrow if you should get the time,
no ticking like you spent 10 long on the ticket,
I kick it like a Carmichael with it, and you stoked,
I did it for the power of a lobby,
swear to keep it low unless Iʼm spotted like Iʼm Kwame,
I still never had to go and find a P.O.,
but my brother does, commissary honey buns,
Tryna keep $250 with him on the up and up,
knowing itʼs still Bill and Russell when it come to us,
and what it was turns into what it be now,
all that youʼve become was given from what you be ‘round,
he said “Sky I was just looking to get a lead out,
tryna get this run ‘fore I kick it like it was 3 downs”,
“I said Iʼm tryna stop the Get Outʼs from playing keep out”, both of us was talking ‘bout how we can put a knee down,
his for the score, and mine for the cause,
live for it all, aligned from the door,
word to the new Jim Crow and how parole go,
and word to all of the above seeming homegrown
Hook:
Homegrown for the sake of it, uh,
Know to keep it homegrown
For the sake of it, uh,
Do it for home and
all the shit that you make of it
Do it for home before they go get to taking it Homegrown
