kuumba – afterworkers lyrics
kuumba: i am an afterworker
cool peeple: for all my after works
kuumba: the question is are you if so
cool peeple: clock in
verse 1
cool peeple:
different lanes got different pains no it ain’t a game but still i play my part
to leave a mark i gotta take it far i had a broken home that why i break the law
yea you cool but you not the coldest, my front door had eviction notice
i’m big bro but i’m not the oldest shes closed-minded i’m claustrophobic
bless my family bless my grind to change ya life you gotta change ya mind
the president ain’t trying to stop the crime but he be all in my hood during election time
i pulled up and i backed in steady bringing them racks in
that black in from that black pen i’m just a black man in my black skin
grew up poor had a life of crime i was in the back now i lead the line
break the locks i gotta free my time i was a mental slave had to free my mind
money comin’ everybody snitchin’ phone tapped everybody listening
ignore the hate just complete the mission i had to pay my dues i could pay attention
all the corners we spent makin’ no money ain’t makin’ no sense
how you get lost with the paper you spent paying these hoes you ain’t paying your rent d-mn
cooley fly is what the summer made i was a grown man when i was underage
trying to shine but they be under shade needed overtime cause i was underpaid sh@t crazy
hook
sometimes who you are don’t match what ya do, that’s why i’m making sure who i am matches what i do (2x)
verse 2
kuumba:
it feels so good to toot my own h-rn like ships leaving the port
but it don’t feel good knowing that you’re born with talent but playing the wring sport
so i had to contort my current line of work even though it supports the real deal
you don’t wanna stay in a situation that basic so you have to change it real spill
underdogs hit the play b-tton stay huntin’ don’t leave your heat on the shelf
you ain’t even gotta say nothing let ya final product speak for itself
i’ve been working on my sh@t a long time developing a strong mineworking on my craft
i used to bullsh@t with my own time grazing like a bovine now i’m slicing mountains in half
catch me round 6:30 you see i have a little grin, cause i just left work and now its time to clock in
typing lyrics on my phone it used to be my pad and pen
some folks ain’t seen me in a while they ask me where the h-ll i been
i tell them afterworkin i’m an afterworker practice is the craft preserver
i’m cl-ssic with a fat stick i’m sega arcade afterburner
i can’t wait till i’m working full time on my own, till then ill be after working elevating my zone because
hook (6x)
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