Son of the Wind
Hook:
Im a son of the wind/
Before I was born again/ I was born in the wind/
Sliding on the currents/mama always changing curtains/ no place to call my home for certain/, for certain//

Verse 1
Pop born in poverty/ Grandma prayed constantly/ and she played the lottery/ to escape the Feds larceny//
Leave it to the government to legalize robbery/ on black people & say were acting irresponsibly// c beast name Jim Crow try to feast on my family/ Granddaddy had to escape to feed his family// He blew with the wind up north to the Big cpple/concrete jungle where vices try to crack you// but its better than the south/ where they'll lynch you and shout/Watch the soul leak out/ then head to Lords house// cnd they said we were the savages/ this aint odd, these were the averages/ context
we was packaged in//something like a economic prison/
With no viable options to make a solid living// young pops worked alot, almost faired in sports/ accepted to college but the bill wasn't fair ofcourse// when goin through trials you have to dare the courts/ so he took a rare course/lets call it the air force//
Bang the gavel/ i was sentenced to travel/ before I was conceived, the wind was my sattle//

Im a son of the wind/
Before I was born again/ I was born in the wind/
Sliding on the currents/mama always changing curtains/ no place to call my home for certain/, for certain//

Verse 2
Son of the wind, I live by another code/ didnt choose the path, it chose me before 1 years old//
The wind carried me many places/ by way of car, planes, ships & train stations //on ground, top seas, through the sky mazes/ tires for backseats was amazing, maps & address always changing // No street name as sacred/from hoods and military bases/ seen the danger & the safe spaces// nothing outrageous/ to witnessing the foul & blatant / roomates with gangstas to sleepin in basements// I've seen thunderbirds fly above my head in June | heard murder plots a earshot from my own bedroom// I wish never
heard that, no human deserves that/saw how dark the human heart could revert black// blessed to tour shrines in Japan/ driving downtown Camden with camp kids in the van// standing to bare footed in the hot white sands/ to washing my cousins car in the streets of Wyandanch// so comfortable in the movement/ we aint have a mortgage/ the travel was home improvement/ this is my exclusive// It seems God chose a rare agenda/ I'm in the wind again the last air bender// New York is my home, and the world is where I roam/ I'm just trying to figure out exactly where is the center//
Hook

Verse 3
I got mileage on my wheels/ tread on my tires/ the violent they couldn't kill/ what chance couldn't retire// Your highness is my shield/ His Grace wouldn't expire//got my license in the field/ where they throw waste in the fire// a 4th one was concealed/ in the shape of a Messiah// on these grounds I kneel/ He is the greatest I admire// just His appeal/ is enough to take us higher// Justice reveals/ shalom's face and the entire// Stevie said the answer is blowing in the wind/ great hands cant catch it/ its hard to comprehend