"PARADIGM" by Wakai Feat. Samant
Directed By Wakai & Ransom Reels
Shot / Edited By Seung
Produced By Samant Philippe Mathur / Buddy Minnelli / Stylez Davis
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LYRICS
Verse 1
Hi, i’m Kai I got addiction just like most do
If Jah was on this realm with all i’ve dealt then he would smoke too
Father had his belt and I would welt
The practice old-school
Forgive him his conditioning religion had his mold too
Proverbs 13:24 it’s the word cool
I was wide eyed staring at some thighs back in church school
We all got addictions rather anger or the popped prescription
I fail to mention but I will later
Racist faces give the check to my mom i’m in the south
Wan’ say fuck em all but she wanna retire
I shut my mouth
Kinda like when I was 5 in the choir I had doubts
How come all the ones i’ve loved had financial droughts
And when I go through TSA i’m groped and though I wanna shout
Knowing i’m black so I sit back and walk away and tell Jenn that same day That i'm fucking mad
Like when Alton got lynched by a bitch in a fucking badge
Verse 2
Hi, i’m Kai I get exhausted tryna stay sane
Inside my mind Badu plays can I sit near the window frame
Just like Melissa I can’t stand the rain
I paint a picture of my family that was once enslaved
And the trauma that brush my eyes throughout the day
I can’t despise the past lives of the catchers ways
But fuck the judge who hold a grudge who wouldn’t budge like his father in The KKK
Counterproductive rage
Switch
Dear God, I wonder am I crazy?
A bunch of cloak wears just to soul bear
They tell me go breathe
When its no air
Dear God, I wonder am I crazy?
Verse
My conscious fixed on Sonya
Conscious on capitalism somber
Feeling the pain of calligraphy listening to some Saba
They ain’t want us
They aint want survivors to prosper
They won’t give a hand
Better comprehend if they pop ya
If I could map bout 6 tracks before a flat line
Some homies using (drugs)
As pastime
Or pulled over for petty crime
My roommate died if I only I
Could hide the pills he took that night
But I ain’t God so I can’t decide if its wrong or right
A bunch of cloak wears just to soul bear
But feel as real as Dolemite
Our souls alike on sober nights
I look to the sky
Patch myself up I failed you when I tried
Look me in my eyes I can’t disguise it
Outro
Them trouble nights them trouble nights don’t come my way
Pray trouble nights them trouble nights don’t come my way
Pray trouble nights them trouble nights don’t come my way
Dear God, I wonder am I crazy?