Melancholy Funk - Intellectual

Awon

Soulapowa

For the mind though

You know

Melancholy funk for your soul

Bounce

Ah ha, yeah, let's go

[Verse 1]

I shed too many tears

I lost too any peers

Lost too many brothers

All too many years

A lot of slow walking

A lot of sad singing

Y'all talk about it

I still hear the shots ringing

See all through American, inner-city streets

There’s more terrorism here than in the middle east

That’s why I'm the beast, the beast of no nation

Young, black, intelligent with street education

Y'all got me fucked up, taking kindness for weakness

But all these elitists think we are defeated

Getting too blind to see it, it is what it is

So be it

So don't come out your mouth with no street shit

Y'all stand for nothing but fall for anything

I don't need nobody to tell me I'm a king

I validate myself I was cut from the cloth

Hold the keys to my own door

Homie I'm a boss

[Chorus]

You don’t understand this darkness

Pull up a chair, twist up a gram and spark it

I got a story to tell

The melancholy funk that’s a warrior's tale

From the belly of the beast

Where the streets have a hold on your soul like a leash

Capeesh, funky like tuna fish grease

Pray to the east, wash my hands then I feast

[Verse 2]

You got me fucked up now, I was really born a gangster

In the crack house, I was groomed to get the paper

Grabbed my first tone when I was five years old

Robbed at six for my chain I was grown

A product of the streets, a prisoner of war

'Cause my grandfather used to serve raw at the door

No one in the world could tell me we were poor

But deep inside my heart, I knew we deserved more

More for my people, more for my hood

Just to get by the fam was up to no good

So fuck these jobs, fuck clocking in

Slave no more, bitch, I deserve to win

I repent for my sins

With a pint full of Hen

And a blunt full of loud that’s on my dead friends

You got me fucked up because the place where I begin

Is the place where you will end

I'm too honest to pretend