Chief Kamachi - True and Living lyrics

Yeah, Kamachi section-8 Egyptian
C'mon

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 c'mon

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 visit's 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
C'mon