Amistad - Taelor Gray, Tragic Hero

Said they want a prophet and said they want a president

Either way a black male leader is a precedent

Can’t have progress, listen to the pessimists

And Hollywood said Tyler Perry is the best of us

I’d rather be Trayvon and change clothes

I’d rather be James Bond than James Comb

You see the cynical simile

Civil rights cinema, the silicone chivalry

Thank you Connely, you said the Holy Spirit got you thankin' Kanye

I’m doin' just fine, got the saints behind me

I’m doin' just fine, better sing it Wanye

Got the East Cost and the Midwest

Middle-class Philly with the rib vest

Middle of the sea, surfboard in the shipwreck

Sink or swim

These chains gettin' heavy and the streets is dim

But it’s lit, got the final fantasy

Couple hundred grand, we can find your fantasy

Couple hundred grand, we can find a Pharisee

Had to leave this genre just to find my family

Had to leave this genre just to find some worship

This is me divided between my pride and purpose

This is me responding to my God and worship

This is just a body filled with God the person

New slaves up in noose, hangin'

New slang, but the truth’s changin'

I’m Bruce Wayne but you can find me closer than the dark

Dark side, I’m starin' out the window

Lookin' for the life from the signal

There it go, look, there’s my hero

This rest on my ring, blood stain gazebo

What’s yours in mine at Cherokee casino

We lockin' up Ryan Lochte back in Rio

Wave!

I been in the clouds

When I touch down in your city better wave!

Try and slow it down, but I can’t stop

Homie I been on a wave!

Hands in the sky

Every time we gone and they always gotta wave!

Keep your hands high, high, high, high

I don’t talk man, man I just do action

I serve words that are written on napkins

Last name Hero, dressed like a pharaoh

Your last CD shoulda came with a pillow, awww

Who am I to judge, who am I to judge?

Not a lot of love when you comin' up

It’s me, Taelor, Wes P makin' waves on the jet ski

But not all together

Carry on like more bags

I been on a war path

Can’t afford a Colt 45 under the doormat

The less that the poor have, a cold war’s the forecast

I know there’s a God that I don’t see like wi-fi

This Southside

Dip on a cop like it’s Southside

Then drop to get $ 5 Popeyes

On my block I represent hunger

My stomach is thunder

Your thumbs hurt from dialin' these 9−1-1 numbers

I’m different

Call me tragic, I’m on a path where no map is

I’m magic and miracles are put to practice

Ain’t no lackin', they wanna laugh on my accent

I got quotes that make you look like an asterisk

You are none of that, me and Taelor gettin' W’s

Who could see me?

Name another dude

There’s a ton of rules that are man-made, made man go crazy

I’m a one-man band-aid

Fix my eyes on Christ

Like is away from me, but I do it like Mike

Suicide doors on a Jag, do what I like

All tinted, no limits, no blemish

Authentic, my drive

Only gettin' better with the wordplay

I be dippin' all the way to third base

These new rappers ain’t good enough, you heard me?

They all rap like they dropped out of third grade

Wave!

I been in the clouds

When I touch down in your city better wave!

Try and slow it down, but I can’t stop

Homie I been on a wave!

Hands in the sky

Every time we gone and they always gotta wave!

Keep your hands high, high, high, high