Ancestory

I dont have money. I never had racks on racks on racks. There's achievements I don't got plaques what gives me pride is the lineage I have. I look at the water, transformed above what can be said. Coming from Sudan, the sahara. Were better than lambs. beyond these tears and heart aches and travesties. My lifes dedicated to a legacy. You can harm my limbs and mind. thats fine... I was in shackles and long before they knew that carbon could shine. my hearts the sheath to true destiny. Im consumed in a cycle, hustle and spin in the cyclone. get close to the eye of the storm watching public chaos in forms. This is modern society and people are hardly in humanoid forms. At night I lay in bed thinking all those that did for me. All my friends and how I was there to give them a good history. Behaviour, and syle, and bullocks. The only thing that switched was colours. In my soul youre my brother, my mama my baba all uncovered.