BIG CHUBB - JUNETEENTH Lyrics

If you died and came back again
I hope that God paints you black again
If you died and came back again
I pray that God
Check, two hundred years of freedom
Daddy still came out the projects
Not one generation to infiltrate systemic process
Though it's ever changing I figured damn my son is up next
So I wrote this bit of content to compensate current progress
Iconic moments of stillness, let realness enter the mental
Ironic how certain moments of silence so instrumental
Found it when I decided my life would be on some sky shit
Shit I made my wifey the pilot, ain't found a higher high yet
Nick Nick would hold me down and punch me in the jaw
Head nodding like watching rock and roll, four against the floor
Running tears like classes of lappers until I grew some balls
Learned to stick and move and ran to find my mom but she was gone
But soon would embrace me with kisses, food and two open arms
Looking like I'm out on bond, and the street the house was on was bond
Daddy and momma scrapping on Christmas ripping and rapping
And that tree fell down like my folks are some lumberjacks
If you asking what's underneath I got what I need in the present
My mom a superhero, my papa the biggest blessing
And I'm the captain of my destiny
And Take my winds and L's to the chin like hashish
I'm weeping for that little boy in me
These irrigation flows I composed for my seeds
If it don't make sense it's cause this a different form of currency
Jewel trading across generations enriched the legacy
Gonna be a better me so
If you die and come back again
I hope that god paint you black again
If you die and come back again
I hope that god paint you black again
If you die and come back again
I hope that god paint you black again
If you die and come back again
The trumpet blow was the antidote to the minstrel show
But y'all don't hear me though
I'm part of the brotherhood of the traveling genes
Around the world they condemn us but with skin us for this denim
If able attempt to hem only to find they don't fit in them
All exclusive and inclusive to my brothers of one bosom who has
Blossom from bud and they water with blood of their fathers
They show us no love and they thought we would perish without them
And label us thugs cause we paved our way from the bottom
They thought we was duds but in our genetic survival
My genes remain true since those days
My genes stonewashed but don't fade
My genes hard with heavy stars they might bend but don't break
My genes span from Nacirema to Zimbabwe you heard me
My genes spin from Nasirima to Zimbabwe you heard me
If you die and come back again
I hope that god paint you black again
If you die and come back again
I hope that god paint you black again
If you die and come back again
I hope that god paint you black again
If you die and come back again
I pray to god