Hi-Lo

Would you wanna get hi Or would you wanna stay low I'm number one, I can't lie But keep a humble ego And that's a helluva try But I'm still vibin along I grew developed my mind Then got up out of the storm Once upon a time there was a African boy Born inside America Where blacks were destroyed Parents that's from Ghana Where the map was enjoyed By mostly Europeans Berlin tactics deployed Embarassed cause they tried to use His blackness for joy African buddy scratcher he was laughed At annoyed Fadin every recess, fighting after school Hanging with the rejects In spite of what was cool The teachers never felt em He was tired of the rules But deep inside rebellion Was conspiring to be used Grew into a man played with raps as a toy Designed to be confused So the facts he avoid The light that lit the fuse Was his passion employed In Africa with jewels, giving back was the point Been a long day, came a long way But giving thx that he aint never been the wrong way Would you wanna get hi Or would you wanna stay low I'm number one, I can't lie But keep a humble ego And that's a helluva try But I'm still vibin along I grew developed my mind Then got up out of the storm Ladder to the stairs, escalator, elevator Proud of all these years The failure and the favor Now he offer cheers Offer ears what he made of Doubt and all the fears It appears made him greater Naysayers, doubters Like a bass player caloused Authentic to themselves Balanced he's the maker When scales start to shake up It's the winners that prevail Loss for the haters He got vision for himself New game Food chain still in effect While most folks fulgay for stimulus checks He now, never later Style originator Found with the natives Where they did it with less Would you wanna get hi Or would you wanna stay low I'm number one, I can't lie But keep a humble ego And that's a helluva try But I'm still vibin along I grew developed my mind Then got up out of the storm