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My job was to connect Black America to Africa! And if God is with me, you would do well to leave me alone Streets is talkin' Mostly out they neck, think Stephen Hawking This ain't a HBO show, don't believe the Gossip Girls want me for the mugshot, feds want me on a drug stop Passport tripping like Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock I'm an African intellectual, go peep my Ted Talk You start connecting the dots, they gon' hit you with that red dot Look at Nkrumah, look at Malcolm, look at Martin When you unifying shooters, then yo' ass become a target It's funny, twelve come for me, it's everywherе But I get Moosa elevеn years off a prison sentence, they never cared I pop a wheelie, they want me Meek Mill'd I been sober for a year, I'm doing millies off a weed deal From Letras Mania