People, confusion going on
Why don't we just learn how to live with one another?
It's not really impossible, why do we have to make it so hard?
With so much pollution and erasion, why? Why?
If we can learn how to live with one another
Then we can learn who is going to take the weight?

Wait, I think that you'll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you'll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you'll find it

Yeah, yeah
I go for the record, I don't just go for the medals, bro
Niggas used to know that we stronger than the devil, bro
Since I buried Papa in the village with the shovel, bro
Every move is bold, ain't no time for bein' subtle, bro
In the face of evil, I can find the needle, haystack
Could have freed my people if this weed was legal way back
Popo spun the wheel of misfortune, but I ain't play that
They come 'round and pat-pat-pat us down but I ain't say jack
I escaped the trap, I escaped the cubicles, bro
I escaped the drive by's, drop the funerals, bro
And I beat the case, and I beat the chase, whoa whoa
Can I keep the pace? Can I keep the pace? I'on know
I escaped them tryna bleach a nigga's brain
Coulda went to Wall Street, instead I built up my own lane
Rather have a street in my own name
Or money with my face on it like I'm Prince Hakeem

You no gon' see me frowning in these days and times, you see
The days of the Oyinbo man are numbered like football dresses
We now know that all of our suffering and smiling has been worth the wait

My nigga, who knew?
Who knew that that boy from Enugu with the booboo on his knee (knee)
Back then was actin' like a poodle on a leash (leash)
One day he'd have to learn the juju on the streets (streets)
Starin' at death like, is your shooters gonna squeeze? (squeeze)
Freeze, please
As a little boy slanging chains back in Chinatown
Thinkin' to myself
I'ma build a blacker kinda town wit' my, wit' my, wealth
And I pray that I'm the brightest sound that you ever felt
I'ma take a million flights around, 'til that shit is felt
That's that lead the way, ayy
That's no piece of cake, ayy
That's that troll online that live inside the tree all day, ayy
That's that he so gay, ayy
That's that she so fake, ayy
That's that insecure, ayy
That's that Issa Rae, ayy
Hey
You do you, me do me
So long as you don't fuss wit' we (we, baby)

I believe it's time for African peoples powered highway
The highway that will connect the diaspora and Motherland
A global highway for African people all over the world to discover themselves
To remember that the only thing that unites black people, globally
The only thing we have in common is that we are from Africa

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Claydes Smith, Dacoury Natche, Dennis Thomas, Gene Redd, George Brown, Jidenna Mobisson, Nana Kwabena, Richard Westfield, Robert Bell, Robert Spike Micken, Woodrow Sparrow