Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song True and Living, artist - Chief Kamachi. Date of issue: 07.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
True and Living |
| Yeah, Kamachi |
| Section-8 Egyptian |
| Yo, ayo the plan late |
| Still nibbling on a bland steak |
| The politicians still worshiping secret handshakes |
| Mommy in the kitchen still whipping up the tan bake |
| That’s why the kitchen full and all her fam ate |
| Do you blame her? |
| It’s rare getting help from a stranger |
| Just Mary and baby Jesus with no milk in the manger |
| No water around to clean the wings on the angels |
| Every baby’s divine, that’s an old ancient angle |
| Tryna walk the straight and narrow |
| Stay away from the barrel |
| Get my kingdom back; |
| raise my sons to become Pharaohs |
| Check it, yeah, look what history tell us |
| The mysteries of life we left underground in the cellars |
| Far as science go you know you dealing with serious fellas |
| Black astronaut makes the whole area stellar |
| Moon walker, space talker, spit a fresh acapella |
| I want the power to make the precious sunshine yella |
| Look up at the stars, realize who you are |
| Get tuned in |
| When you start thinking that your life is hard |
| Would you rather be a God or you rather be human? |
| The true and living |
| Left the world a sign to see |
| It’s an African anomaly |
| Street nigga, straight A’s, algebra and astronomy |
| Math wizards sit on the globe and laugh physics |
| Now you in the cell tryna remember your last visits |
| Crooked palms, they polluted our book of charms |
| Powerful Haitian voodoo with the 23rd book of psalms |
| My every word conjure real fear |
| The candles burn and they realize the magic is still here |
| Cripple my culture put the knowledge in the wheelchair |
| Statue of the Black Madonna crying out a real tear |
| Yeah, I know I touch on so many topics |
| Plug my mind onto the Earth socket |
| Psychic storm, rain dancer from the first tropic |
| Strike of dawn, one flash and it’s back to ash |
| Your life is gone |
| Granted a couple lifetimes to prove my divinity |
| Striving to be righteous is how they remember me |
| They tryna take our freedom stroll |
| On the corner where the dreams are sold |
| Little kids die young; |
| all of the fiends are old |
| Even in the summertime it feel like the freezing cold |
| You stare in the mirror and try hard to see your soul |
| With so much murder and death in the air |
| That we never see what a great reflection is there |
| It’s a part of us religious leaders neglected to share |
| We divine, no need to be depressed in despair |
| I smile if my last resting place is the chair |
| Cuz I reincarnate in war paint and a spear |
| The message is clear |
| That’s what’s happening with this African here |
| No flinching another lynching I’ll be back in a year |
| Mic Messiah |
| Yeah, Clock of Destiny |
| C’mon, JuJu Mob |
| Yeah, Chief Kamachi |