Lyrics
We're a Throwback to the old school
When the lyrics made sense and the beats ruled
Good time vibes put you in a good mood
like when I'm back at my mums and she cooks food
It's the return of the thinker
Too many talk the talk but don't say much
I paint pictures Basquait and Van Gogh
So much noise I might cut my ears off
I just wanna be somebody
making change not bout the cash money
Let's make history you can come with me
Let's make the future look back with envy
They'll be writing essays how one day we made a mark like God did on Sunday's
Worked hard all week and rested the weekend
Put up my feet and became a legend
Oheena debiya
Ejuma debiya
Na Eden Na ko
Done a few years trying to make centuries
Like Lara hitting six in the pantry
I Want to feel the freedom of the city
Make sure every dive in town give me entry
I Wanna be a folklore not a cliche
Another black MC or a DJ
Like Sinatra doing things my way
Not a reprobate from the estate
Make a name for yourself like a library book on a shelf next to Ghandi and Malcom
Opposite Luther King I sit we discuss how he fought for civil rights and freedom
Be invincible like Henry and viera
unbeaten for a season
Trailblazers, history makers put us on page for all above reasons
You only get one life better live it to the brim
make a mark on this planet you inhabit
They say knowledge is power give it to your offspring
Whatever you pass on they inherit
Like pac said this is for my unborn child
In the hope one day I'll get credit
Ride the tide and then flip the outcome regain some hope for kids who don't have none
Written by: Kwame Mensah
