Rankofa X - D.N.A. (Divine Negro Ancestry)

One of the worst things to waste is the mind
And second in line is time
After that is health, the fourth is food
For thoughts come and go like wealth
I was taught the best knowledge to gain is knowledge of self
Can't go through life making mistakes and never learning
'Cause history is one big circle
Might be doomed to repeat
A continuous stream of sewage cream
It ain't success taking F's I went left of mainstream
Found respite perusing black lessons
Grooving through classrooms
On professors left strong impressions
From Curtis I took cues to keep pushing past depression
Ay yo doctor I'm through with western medicine
It's not healing me
My soliloquy
Sailed on a Smokey cruise
A good summer breeze helps to build my chi
Increasing good energy, Gumar Oz Dubar
As I whirlwind like Afu Ra
Through yo local section
With a say it loud James brown vocal inflection
Got on my good foot in new shoes fit for stepping
I got some Divine Negro Ancestry
Black is beautiful, God blessed me
Black is beautiful, God blessed me
Black is beautiful, God blessed me
Check me out I look heavenly
DNA nothing less than exceptional
Candied yams at the party took me back to Canjambari
Ethiopian Gomen cuisine just like Granny collard greens
You'll soon spot me in Guinea Conakry
Eating Jollof rice and thiacri
Just like Bobby
Ask me why I like soul food
It makes me happy
Okay copy, come join the ahkis
For egusi soup and foo foo
Then that pass the peas hit may
Like a djembe in mid June
Had to give it up and turn it loose to the tunes
The dununba
Hand slaps ancestors' big payback for Zulu scars
The boom bap drum notes the potion for soul clearing
Goat skin like oatmeal lotion for parched spirits
Just so happens if the fire burns then I'm parked near it
In the coldest winter my inner warming center Bill Withers
It's a lovely day to be of dark pigment
Can you dig it
Dug sho nuff rebuff the pig showing cuff
I hover over bullshit a walking pulpit prophetic
My SPF the coppertone Jesus
Forever brown never bleaching
Brass feeted marching like Hannibal Barca of Carthage
Reporting live from the carnage
Stopping to smell the roses in gardens
After the win we witness winds of evolution
Brought the fall of Rome in the notes app
My phone producing a new empire
Lucious of Tunis, don't misconstrue it
This hustle and flow is more than music
This that Timbuktu into the future
My mind Songhai
With the heart of Mansa Musa
Wounds healed smooth like Ghana life
Fixing to remove the sutures
My body type Cameroonian
Ain't no way you messing my groove up
I'm too tough
All praises due to the Most High

Written by:
Abdus-Salam DeVaul

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