Do you remember when we first met?
I could tell you liked what you were looking at
From Berlin, feeling competition
Should've known you wanted my submission
Soon your crowns took our grounds
Promised there'd be enough to go around-oh no
You said you'd bring salvation; all you brought was frustration
So came your demands, what's your plan?
Drew lines in the sand; took everything I had
You think a gun makes you a man-tell me, who's the savage again?
I was hurtin, you kept "convertin"; yet somehow I became the burden-ya know
Keep your "donations"-I need some determination
I get I'm not ready, but you have to let me, cuz I finally see
You gotta know, I gotta grow - You're no good for me
Sure, there will be trouble, it's going to be a struggle
But I have to break free
And maybe someday, I can find my own way
Now the land was yours, you owned the stores, I even gave my life for your wars
First and second fighting over fiddles
My "third" world now stuck in the middle-oh no
I grabbed the charter, donned my armor; lord knows I wasn't going to barter-lets go
Oh, you want some causation? I want my own damn nation
I get I'm not ready, but you have to let me, cuz I finally see
I'll never grow, so I gotta go--You're no good for me
Sure, there will be trouble, it's going to be a struggle-but we have to break free
And maybe someday, I can find my own way
My friends it's time to come together
Things will only get worse (Ya know), before they get better
There's one helluva mess between us and progress
Here's to new narration; reppin' decolonization