Released on April 23, 2021

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[Gwen: Mother]

It was Christmas Day, 1990 when I went into labor

And I was admitted to the hospital

A little after 6PM he was delivered

Weighing in at 9lbs, 10 and a half ounces

Ugh


[Chorus 1]

Once I ruled Addis Ababa

I am the Exodus from Trench Town, yeah

Once I rose in Crenshaw, ah huh

I am no pretender, nah

And that’s since the placenta

The world been mine from since I enter, ah hah

Miracle baby out of Bethlehem

I come to prophecy like in Jerusalem, ah hah

They sending praisе when they hear thе name, me

And it’s never ‘bout the fame, it wasn’t me to claim, nah

When the vision shoot a frame, it’ll take you down a lane

That belong to I, all I did was ask me, “why?”


[Verse 1]

The answer was the purpose

It ain’t it if you nervous

Respect to the forefront

Heat check, this the thermos

As my deeds come around like a merry-go

Plotting my endeavors as the time expires very slow

It’s necessary thought, must win before my burial

Take care of my parents and make sure my daughters’ bellies full

Ivy League educated, not to just say I made it

Even though some going hate it

I want this memory faded

And now my mansion’s gated

Gold, never plated, gold

All my bills I paid it

I’m the Sun, never shaded

I’m the one, I am HIM

Excellence in my skin

Stay on point like a pin

I am bound for the win, ah hah


[Chorus 2]

Once I ruled Addis Ababa

I am the Exodus from Trench Town, yeah

Once I rose in Crenshaw, ah huh

I am no pretender, nah

And that’s since the placenta

The world been mine from since I enter, ah hah

Miracle baby out of Bethlehem

I come to prophecy like in Jerusalem, ah hah

They sending praise when they hear the name, me

And it’s never ‘bout the fame, it wasn’t me to claim, nah

When the vision shoot a frame, it’ll take you down a lane

That belong to I, all I did was ask me, “why?”


[Gwen: Mother]

A little later on, when he was about a year and a half or so

He would be drumming everywhere on any object

His babysitter “Mommy George” would call to say that this child drums and sings all day

“He takes my pots and pans and then turn them into drums; I can’t take the noise”

So that Christmas she bought him a drum

Because she could not put up with the noise any longer

But she wants him to learn what he loves, and pursue what he loves

Ah hah

Ah hah

Ah hah