Music: J. Brenner/K. Collins
After winter
Then spring
The dust
Now everybody tryina dress like we did in ninth grade
I'll be on my mixtape shit forever
Grind but make it function
Fashion
Family
Hello!
I took a walk down Cherry street and found Aquemini
I, a vigro
I float
With my headphones on
Me and my celestial bond
A ****around
Turned on a dime to Grandma's house
Started my GarageBand
I'm goddamn (goddamn)
Train,
Casette,
Sketch in stereo
Shit blowin in the wind
Growin different in the grove, uh huh
Somewhat
Years have gone by
Thousands of days
The goal hasn't changed
River rock again
All we are is dust in the wind, dude
Grey matter
Dark matters
I like a blizzy with my coffee
For ups (western)
And downs (western)
Currents all the way
Surfs up ****er
It might seem like everybody tryina get famous these days
That's all good and well
Have your sovereign nation
Don't be basic
Make your own
And if the craft is something else
I think you'll be fine
I took a couple years to get my shit up to par
I don't even need the floor
Just "people, move on it"
It's not that I don't value my platform
But if it doesn't rock
I don't feel it in my heart
There's a lot to be said from a drum
History in art
Homage to those who have come before me
The flight of the Sankofa bird is always somethin to see
See, they're all around in every everywhere
All along the river rock that winds through here
All we are is dust in the wind, dude
Making matter
Out of matter
They say what we create gains the earth no more pounds
And sound
Can only travel so far
And somehow it makes a way
It might seem like everybody's really on one these days
But time might tell you better
Add all this shit up
And be anything but blown
I'm not trying to be smart about it
But I know ears are blind
Many years ago
On boats
Conquistadors
And rulers of an evil source
Thought that they would **** around
And dominate the planet
I mean goddamn
Goddamn
They showed the people how to idolize a supervillain
Billin it as heroics
Uh huh
What the ****
And although they tried to vanquish the flame
The kingdom remains
In various states
So the diaspora,
So souls of Africa were stolen
And scattered across an atlas of the West
Peep the influence
Its everywhere
All around
After winter
Then spring
The dust