It's time for some real talk
Yeah
I always had stratospheric visions
Gassin myself to fly out the atmosphere that I lived in
Nigerian home, so the cabin pressure was hittin
At times it was a mission to navigate those conditions
And like
My attitude started dippin
Aight, enough with all of that aviation word-ism
I figure you get the image
I needed to spread my wings
And travel at Mach 10 directly into the winds of change
Fast forward up to this distant age
A lot of life is different
But much of it's the same
The plan for glitz and fame is a bit delayed
I'm bеginnin’ to think wait, have I missed the train?
Thе ticket’s paid
It's not like on my platform I sit and wait
I slide on these tracks raw every frickin day
Still my dream’s losin’ steam as it drifts away
That'll drive anyone a bit cray
It's a loco motive of sorts, comprende?
Social media promo’s made me a sensei
Now the music goes slow like Ken’s Hadouken wave
Hadouken!
Maybe its a skill issue
But you can win a pultizer
And niggas will still diss you
Look I'll be real with you, I'll nil diff you
Even my ink spills reveal I am not in a guild with you
I'm six mil kilometers over hills from you
And that's when I'm only being chill with you
You know the drill
I just got some ritalin pills issued
Now I'm tranquil
Grieving the life I could have had
Damn
Wait a minute
You neurotypicals never told me how badly it slaps
To not have to procrastinate or lapse to distractions
Scrollin’ screens to overdose on dopamine just to manage thoughts
Dawg, I could have been an astronaut
Discovered mathematics laws as an afterthought
Taught quantum gravity courses like Planck or Hawkins or Shroedinger
I know this for fact, I'm sure
Nah lemme give perspective to this babble
There's lines of identity I perpetually straddle
As Drizzy and Dot went at it I reflected on the angle
That perhaps I'm not the Kendrick in this battle
Cos if I'm tangential to every culture
Who gon cosine me?
There's an irony to Hip hop being the home I seek
Cos even with three different passports
It feels like a club that I pulled up to with no ID
And I can hear em from the doors singin “He not like we!”
Story of my life, and here's the plot I read
In Igboland, I'm onye ocha
In Yoruba, oyibo
New Zealand, I'm tauiwi
In Mexico I'm gringo
In London I fit in until they listen to my lingo
When it comes to Asia, them folks just call me insults
Aussie, they say “who's guess?”
US say Australian
Could migrate to another world
I'd still just be an alien
When I'm rappin, they say I'm fakin’ it
But if I use my accent, huh
“Now we don't relate to it!”
So I'll stick to my habit
And really I'm okay with it
Cos no matter yo action
Somebody will defecate on it
Oh my god, that was cynical
Nah it's actually what I'm feelin though
I just needed one song where I could let it all out
Anyway, let me sing this chorus
You can go on and on lookin’ for fun
But nothin’ at all will ever be
Like home
Cos right from the origin
You have been a part of it
And nothin’ at all will ever be
Like home
Yeah, that's real talk
Torque
Real torque
Haha
[Ch! Nonso]
Nwanne, nnọọ
So when you go an ụmụnna meeting
And you give a speech
Especially if it's heart felt
Um, when you're done
The response is usually “Nnọọ”
“You're welcome”
Yeah
It's to say, it was a journey for you to go through all of those emotions
And arrive at the destination of the thing you were saying
So nwanne, nnọọ
