Legacy - Akir, Veks-One, Mas-D

Yo, I was once to a story of old

A tail of lovers and foes

Yo, you wanna hear it?

Here it goes:

Grand daddy was a radio man

A type set a surviver

Alive cause he didn’t bother lies of men

He tried to rise against, but persecuted

He was wise and left in time to try again

So the man moved his fams to a brand new land

Told his wife and young children «we gone do as we can»

Daughter become a mother, son become a doctor

Old man and wife loving life

Trying not to succumb to the guilt of the past they left

Numbed from the dignity of which they now are rest

He takes pleasure in children’s modicum of success

Builds with his grandson who he loves the best

Like this, he passes on all of his love, knowledge, and stress

In his golden years, finally getting it off his chest

He too learns a lesson from the knowledge he imparts

A chip off the old block, that’s how the legacy starts

And though he’s gone now, I keep a place for him in my heart

For forgetting where we’ve been, we realized we have not

Only you can make it better

You got to make it easier so the rest of us can make it

Butchu gotta show me, show me what I got to do to keep on going strong

Keep the legacy moving on

Humble my soul, I don’t fumble over faith’s control over my path

Keep it towards my goals, take a hold

Cause time is fast, learning from my past, making moves

For my legacy, they raking dough and make they own

Retiring, expiring, there’s no security

Surely the fury is enough to ensure me

I can support seeds, I can ensure cheese

If I just explore deeds, even with no short days

I plan to breed more kids

Too many niggas doing time, violating laws

I like the shine, but never went and tucked my chain inside

Don’t got no ride, don’t even own a house yet

So fuck accessorizing outfits, my hobby is to count chips

We never had shit, and learned the game backwards

On some Simmons, Johnson, and dad shit

Flip it and cash it

No disrespect, but where’s the passion?

There’s no example of us lasting

In this cruel world of Anglo-Saxons

I see ya’ll releasing all for a feature

The retards, while they fee ball

Watching they melt they power- recharge

They hurting, and all the glitter really don’t mean shit

No name could run the game, on some Kennedy shit

The remedy’s this: teaching the mindframe of penny-less bliss

And the driver revolt the slaves taking his ship

His eye portals see more

Keep yours, teach the kids to reach for the stars

So we can keep ballin'

I ain’t got time for gettin' in battles

Let’s look around to reconsider that we live in this battle

This war on poverty has got me stressed

I need money to breathe, so I got to scheme

Just to give my pockets breath

My wallet need the Heimlich- preform CPR

Do it: be an E up on your TV and your VCR

Hit the grocery stores, we got it sown up

Team effort- he get the G’s, I’m stealing cold cuts

Ain’t no «I» in «team», Ain’t no «I» in «hungry»

Check the pyramid, believe me, there’s a eye in money

Never seen it?

Need to look

You need to teach a child to read a book

Buddy more concerned with how his sneakers look

Infatuated with the Bloods and Crips

Sex, money, and drugs

Throwing gangs signs, now let’s pick up our grips

The media got it televised, glorified

Mother’s cry, horrified, cause their son is gonna die

We can create that legacy, we can have those people to follow up with that.

And that’s what we need more than anything.

We need a follower.

We need somebody to do something that bad and strong and dazzling and hip.

And then the kids say «man that’s what I’mana do» without causing us all this

crazy money and trynna fit next door to the Tommy, killing niggas.

Y’know, we need to do something that’s gonna be about us clearly,

that shows us loving us

His legacy will live on in our hearts for all eternity