Tobe Nwigwe - JOURNEY MAKE IT HOME (MONUMINTAL LIVE)

Tobe Nwigwe - JOURNEY MAKE IT HOME (MONUMINTAL LIVE) Lyric

Remember cold nights staring out windows
Watchin' my breath fog
Before I was on point
With knuckles like that hedgehog sonic
Use to puff chronic and sip the tonic
In the state of the bluebonnet
Where they do you worse than dubonic plague
Especially if you stayed over there off forum park
Way before Jeff pushed that lac the color of corn starch
We had never worn hearts on our sleeve
'Cause the lief it breed G's and delete all the weak
If you speak anything harsh over my hood you crazy
Word to my mama, they'll put something in that clip
The same shape as a comma and go bananas
With hammers, if manners is somethin' that you lackin'
While pushin' anglo saxon colored contraband
In the land where they ain't wrapped too tight
Grew up 'round wild boys
No MGK, they was just wrappin' white
Half my life, thought about packin' knives
Ratchets lied all on my mattress
No magnets, I'd attract blackness 'til I begat this
No road to Damascus type of journey

'Round 'bout the time DK had offed himself
Often felt that he lost hisself to a coffin 'cause calls for help were
Never answered, he had to dance with a lot of demons
My clever banter could never recant the life of scheming
That I lived when I was out here with G-Mar goin' live
Before Chops caught them cases and had to go for five
Before J-Slim caught that agg' and had to sit down for eight
Before Lil Charles had that dough and powder, no funnelcake

I was with my running mates
We boxed, but had the gun in place
My dawgs was like Deion Sanders
In the field and runnin' back, uh
Spit guava, I'm a thick juice buah
Catch you eyeing my wife, I'll patch your eye like Slick Rick Ruler

I got more drive than four Lyfts and six new Ubers
But my mama hated on me 'til I blew like a Five-Deuce Hoover, uh
No Crip, I need more chips and a nose clip
'Cause the smell is atrocious, hope you notice
Just how cuckoo the flow is when I'm focused
I am Chuku to locust, who approach this?
Throne

Now leave me 'lone and let me learn you somethin'
Elohim taught me how to cook, now I can curve the onion
Booty, truly, you big, better shoot it
If you would do that contrary to what you see in movies, but
That's hard to do when you ain't got no point of reference
I understand your point of view, so I anoint the lessons
In my message, peep my essence
I keep all my flows open-minded so you can see the blessings
Now can you see it? It's the question of the day here
Hair extra nappy, but I'm always down to catch a fade
My dawg Simon's touched more white than Abercrombie state-to-state
But they know the flow tsunami, hopefully they catch the wave
On my journey
I swear they know the flow tsunami, hopefully they catch the wave
On my journey, journey, journey, journey
Journey, journey, journey

Aye look I pray you catch a wave
That doesn't subside
This for the nappy heads in heaven
With a nappy head Christ by they side
I pray you catch a wave
That doesn't subside
This for the nappy heads in heaven
With a nappy head Christ by they side

May your streets be paved with gold
Hope my whole hood make it home
May your streets be paved with gold
Hope my whole hood make it home

'Cause the world can be toxic
Especially when your skin looked like chocolate
At one point they sold us for profit
But we made it out of the gauntlet we chosen
Oh my mama the south side still holding
Go for broke for the ones that are broken
Please don't make me no hashtag or slogan
My whole hood is golden

That's why I pray you catch a wave
That doesn't subside
This for the nappy heads in heaven
With a nappy head Christ by they side
I pray you catch a wave
That doesn't subside
This for the nappy heads in heaven
With a nappy head Christ by they side

May your streets be paved with gold (Paved with gold)
Hope my whole hood make it home (Make it home)
May your streets be paved with gold (Paved with gold)
Hope my whole hood make it home

'Cause they riding with choppas
And might turn you taper to pasta
Don't hardly see daughters at alters
Probably cause there ain't no more fathers they stole them

Put in cages by racists patrolling
Yeah the hood is a lane to the pins like we bowling
Please don't make me no hashtags or slogan
Black people are golden

That's why I pray you catch a wave
That doesn't subside
This for the nappy heads in heaven
With a nappy head Christ by they side
I hope you catch a wave
That doesn't subside
This for the nappy heads in heaven
With a nappy head Christ by they side

May your streets be paved with gold (Paved with gold)
Hope my whole hood make it home (Make it home)
May your streets be paved with gold (Paved with gold)
Hope my whole hood make it home

I hope you make it home
I hope you make it home
I hope you make it home
I hope you make it home
I hope you make it home
I hope you make it

I hope you make it home
Make it home
I hope you make it home
Make it home
Make it home
I hope you make it home
Make it home
Make it home
I hope you make it home

I just told you make it home
I just want you make it home
I just want you make it home

I hope you make it home
I just want you make it home
I just want you make it home
I just want you make it home

I hope you make it home
I just want you make it home
I just want you make it home
Please, please, please make it home
I hope you make it home