This generation aint playing round
They aint beggin, they aint asking and they won’t back down
They aint for that rhetoric about settling down
You give em hell they’ll bring the heat to put a cap in ya crown
Or a cap in ya gown and graduate you to God’s space
To the only King to ever reign over all days
so death to anyone trying to put man in God’s place
Cuz settling for slavery’s like spitting in God’s face
Some got the nerve to speak on cheek turning
Till the church is burned down and nobody can heed the sermon
So they’re Jesus with the whip, here to turn up tables
John 2 15’n on Satan at all angles
They’re up off their knees, putting up their hands
To hold up their arms, until you understand
You looking for forgiveness over here, don't bother
until the devil hit his knees and say “To our Father”
Deeply textured experimental hip-hop from Burkina Faso with an electronic flourish; engineered to blow speakers and open minds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 12, 2023