M.I Abaga - The Finale lyrics

And when you discover what you
Gonna be in life
Set out to do it as if God almighty
Called you at this particular moment
In history to do it
And just don’t set out to do a good negro job
But do a good job that anybody could do

You’re on your own, in a world you've grown
Few more years to go
Don't let the hurdle fall
So be the girl you loved
Be the girl you loved, always

Set out to do the job and do
The job so well that the living
The dead or the unborn couldn't
Do it any better
Like Shakespeare wrote poetry
Like Michelangelo painted pictures
Like Beethoven composed music

Suddenly I’m hit
Is this darkness of the dawn?
And your friends are gone
When your friends won't come
So show me where you fit
So show me where you fit

Hey mama I'm sitting in my final moments
Everything from now will only be a bonus
Stayed away from beef they say
That I got no cojones
If I kill these rappers off
I'll still receive condolence
In the end nobody wins it’s
A game that’s goalless
I’m understanding what my purpose is
And what my role is
I gotta be the structure standing
That can house the homeless
Everyone can trash the building
Just not the owners
Hey mama my appetite is just returning
Once again inside me I can feel a burning
In my brain the will of
Churning I’m so determined
Walked inside the home we built and
It was full of vermin
I’ll accept responsibility for my abandoning
We can start rebuilding slow as
Long as you intend it
Maybe the Finale can rally the mandem
Just tell em daddy’s home I
Got plenty to yarn them

And finally, in your life’s blueprint
Must be a commitment to the
Eternal principles of beauty
Love and justice
Don’t allow anybody to pull you so low
As to make you hate them
Don’t allow anybody to cause you
To lose your self respect
To the point that you do
Not struggle for justice
You have a responsibility to seek to
Make life better for everybody

Yeah, mama HipHop needs some new creation
All the people now are aiding ssegregation
Cause they ashamed of what we do
They trample our creation
This is not the nation that
I gave it's liberation
Uh, allegations self discrimination
Local versus punchline versus imitation
You have to realize that
There’s no limitation
Just turn your inspiration into innovation
Mama, time is moving and the clock is ticking
There’s no time for idle talk
No time for politicking
We have to find the groove we
Have to find the rhythm
It’s time rappers please emerge
From where you hidden
Let them know that from the
Anarchy a sound is risen
Give them bars to set them free
And not to build a prison
One is gold one is steel
You decide which is tt
You, you decide which is it

Ignore everybody else we’re alone now

And so you must be involved
In the struggle for freedom and justice
Die in the struggle for
Freedom and justice and
Many constructive things that we all can do