Down One | mother is the name of God ft. Surron the 7th, Jerica & think.progress Lyrics

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Down one

I think see the phoenix of a rising sun

Haters say that she's gone hang it up

That she's gone phone it in

That she's gone called it done

But I, I saw her shooting in the gym

Saw her audacity to win

And I can tell the hope she's manifest is

Strapped to her back

It went above the rim

That girl got drive

That girl can push

Down the middle

Focus locked

Release from 10

Swish!

I got 99 problems, your opinion ain't 1

Everybody wanna go, but everybody can't come

Lotta nights sacrificed, records got expunged

Shit I was up too (two), cause I was down one

Eden square I was ducked off

Young fly nigga with the duck sauce

Judge put me on a band list used to Jump the fence and then dust off

One night the sheriff ambushed

When I called bluff he took cuffs off

I chunk the deuce slipped out the noose crunk up the bass then drove off

Like Bitch ain't no looking back (yeah)

I gave you niggas nostalgia then took it back

Fuck around and devour your little raps

Hypnotized as I ride through the city strapped

On the count of 3 bitch I might really snap

You can count on me why cause im really that

Got the crown on me just like a fitted cap

Talking down to me mouth just be running laps

But I do not pay it no mind

That shit don't pay me a dime

Who turned the grapes into wine

Fruits of my labor divine

Food at my table sublime

Roots from the grave that I climb

Grew from what labels assigned

Into what they couldn't define

Beats with the cadence and rhyme

Don't compare me to no conscious rapper

I'm just an honest rapper

Ten years never fronted bout no money

Not the type of pussy niggas running after

But you still a puss wait

I know you rappers gon feel a way

Doing 80 on the interstate

Hit yo baby momma for a dinner plate

Like I need that vegan with the lemonade

Innovative all my niggas paid

By the hour not a minute late

All my queens really running things tryna live a dream but she been awake

Buy the place and then we rent the place

Generate the money circulate

Everything is us nothing safe

Surron

Peace, peace

Peace be still

Two hundred and seventy-three moons

Eternal sunshine reflection of brown hues

Exiting the earth's womb

Mother is the name of God

A love supreme

The devils work facade

Seeds planted in the sweetest of wet fertile soil to birth a king

Rejoice and sing

The gift is the person who births us

A mother's love rooted in the existence of her purpose

Rise up to the fundamental story of Black faith

That sows deep within the sun

A reflection

A mirror

Her face

A mirror

A reflection of him

He sees the reflection of God in her

Raising a wildflower in the cratered concrete surface of poverty

With a history of violent collisions

Involuntarily beautiful visions

Perhaps ever-present deep-seated color of love

Dreams

Fantasies

Ideas with aspirations

Over forty-three hundred alternate religions in search of prosperity

She

We are within her

Our mother

Our wonderwall

Frail bodies and images of broken women crying over their slain sons

Slain bodies

The healing is the necessity of it all

Brown skin

Confront critical conversations to love within

Our mother

Our earth

Our God

Where the color of love begins