Intro 
People, confusion going on 
Why don't we just learn how to live with one another? 
It's not?really?impossible, why do?we have to make it so?hard? 
With so much pollution and erasion, why? Why? 
If we can learn how to live with one another, then we can learn who is going to take the weight? 
Wait, I think that you'll find it 
Wait, wait, I think that you'll find it 
Wait, wait, I think that you'll find it

Verse 1 
Yeah, yeah 
I go for the record, I don't just go for the medals, bro 
Niggas used to know that we stronger than the devil, bro 
Since I buried Papa in the village with the shovel, bro 
Every move is bold, ain't no time for bein' subtle, bro 
In the face of evil, I can find the needle, haystack 
Could have freed my people if this weed was legal way back 
Popo spun the wheel on misfortune, but I ain't play that 
They come round and pat-pat-pat us down but I ain't say jack 
I escaped the trap, I escaped the cubicles, bro 
I escaped the drive by's, drop the funerals, bro 
And I beat the case, and I beat the chase, woah woah 
Can I keep the pace? Can I keep the pace ? I'on know 
I escaped them tryna bleach a nigga's brain 
Coulda went to Wall Street, instead I built up my own lane 
Rather have a street in my own name 
Or money with my face on it like I'm Prince Arcane

Refrain
You not gon' see me frowning in these days and times, you see, the days of the Oyinbo man are numbered like football Jerseys
We all know that all of our suffering and smiling has been worth the wait!

Verse 2
My nigga, who knew?
Who knew that that boy from Enugu with the booboo on his knee (Knee)
Back then was actin' like a poodle on a leash (Leash)
One day he'd have to learn the juju on the streets (Streets)
Starin' at death, like, is your shooters gonna squeeze? (Squeeze)
Freeze, please
As a little boy slanging chains back in Chinatown
Thinkin' to myself, I'ma build a block at [?] town wit' my, wit' my, wealth
And I pray that I'm the brightest sound that you ever felt
I'ma take a million flights around, 'til that shit is felt
That's that lead the way, ayy
That's no piece of cake, ayy
That's that troll online that live inside the tree all day, ayy
That's that he so gay, ayy
That's that she so fake, ayy
That's that insecure, ayy
That's that Issa Rae, ayy
Hey
You do you, me do me
So long as you don't fuss wit' we (We, baby)

Outro
I believe it's time for an African peoples powered highway. A highway that will connect the Diaspora and Motherland. A global highway for African people all over the world to rediscover themselves. To remember that the only thing that unites black people, globally, the only thing we all have in common is that we are from Africa