Lyrics On My Way to Inglewood - Damani, Damani Nkosi, Kamasi Washington

On My Way to Inglewood

The aurora of a black woman’s meal as I entered
Domino table dead smack in the center
Menthol clouds as I wave my hands through
The gumbo pot is big like a 70s hairdo
Hugs from the women
Love from my relly’s
Two-Hour mix, all R Kelly
Ah bootleg of belly on the table as a coaster
Stash spot of the ooh wee by the toaster
Off the gin tryna play Jim Rummy
Kids in in the other room thinkin' everything funny
And it is cause it’s love, it is cause it’s us
It’s always one person every word is a cuss
And I swear that’s the balance that I need in my life
Relief of the stress cause the world ain’t right
And they always tryna tell us that we up to no good
But I’m On My Way To Inglewood
I only been here for a short time
And I done seen the world
Couple continents under my belt the world twirls on it’s axis
The good the tragic
I’ve watched as it happens
Some nights I cried others laughin'
Fresh to def in a 3rd world country
Thinkin' I bought the J’s when I should of fed the hungry
The lessons the essence of a boy to a man
Can change a I won’t to a simple I can
Women of all races traces of my ancestors found in odd places written on walls
for the ages
The ancient wisdom is the knowledge of the now
As I weave my way through the foul
Plane hoppin' and artifact coppin'
You gotta blend in man it ain’t no options
In foreign lands trynna expand
Hope my trips provoke some plans
On My Way Back To Inglewood
I don’t see how you could of missed me
104th and 10th avenue, right off crenshaw
I went from there, I think i was Inglewood ave and Plymouth
You know, right by Rogers Park, Highland and all that
Manchester Tamarack
I was right there I use to walk all the way to Inglewood High
From there, that’s on everything I love
Feel like I’m in a movie
The winds cuttin' through the buildings trynna' move me
Beanie over fro it’s the Louis
Scarf round my neck trynna soothe me
In search of the right verse, as I rudely
Scamper through the blocks right in front of the cab
Tryna find the lab
It’s the bridge in the background that acts as a compass
As I laugh
At myself bout my journey, through the struggle
Through the game that don’t love me
Smoke through the cement like a backstage prop
Hater’s in the crowd remind me of a cop
The co-op the projects the object of this life
To live right and I won’t stop til i get it right
I hear the beat and I feel somethin' on site
I see the streets and automatic think fight
I know i won’t even though i could
Life’s just to good
Still I’m On My Way To Inglewood