Verse

Put your best foot forward for the people

Try to bless evil be less see through

I’m the easel hold my art up to reach you

The paintbrush I write with and realigning cerebral

Half coat of arms like an emu

Life is a feature no preview depending on how it treat you

Keep moves in my arsenal, with a key

That fit inside the lock that don’t pop like glue

No sequel I’m living once a real dude

With my cousin when he lit a dutch life might give it up

Smoke out depression, I went to more funerals than weddings

As an adolescence what a lesson

What I’m left with, broken memories in my perception

Mirrors that bring in a blurry reflection

Corrected when I heard A tribe Called Quest record

I was 7, that was Gods message

Chorus

Understood, It’s understood

Do what you can and what you should make sure you do it good

(Kwasi)

Reach out for you, Scream out for you

I’m down on my knees I call you x 2

I’m Blessed x 3

Verse Two

I fell in love with Hip Hop not gonna lie

Grew up when I was young fourth son to Pops

Mum wanted me arrived on July 16, 1990

High and the mighty providing my time

Conceived in the 80’s and raised in the essence

Where Jordan became legend open ledger

E for effort, I’m named after Mandela

I was obsessed with Martin Luther King Jr. & Malcolm

Couldn’t understand the flesh

Why the white supremacist want to suppress God it’s a mess

Grandmother was a poet my DNA encoded

With the prose and potential to be potent

Enough about me I need to show em

I woke up in a dream called reality and lived the moment

Thank my omens, owing nobody about to go in

The coping mechanism I was given being spoken understood