“these eyes of a first generation” (Outro)

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Akinola Pedro - Rap

“these eyes of a first generation” (Outro)

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[Intro] 3,2,1 hit it! [Hook: AkinG Kalld Pedro & Kyaira] These are the things I can see and I'm still in full control Watch what these children can do And this time we won't fold You know the mother-loving deal Oh oh oh W-We just children Immigrants trying to get meals [Verse 1: AkinG Kalld Pedro & Kyaira] You're not in my vicinity not even in my peripheral Fuck your permission for my throne I no malicious I just bold I no conditioned I just no I no disciplined I just grow Left mothers nest and I never flew home Are you witnessing? My parents told me I should've quit and I told him you're not alone I told people life is a bitch and that's all it took to g5t eyes on me ha! this m5dicinal, American dream that is all out of reach Make us fiend for the finer things And now I believe that I'm not na�ve [Hook: AkinG Kalld Pedro & Kyaira] These are the things I can see and I'm still in full control Watch what these children can do And this time we won't fold You know the mother-loving deal Oh oh oh W-We just children Immigrants trying to get meals These are the things I can see and I'm still in full control Watch what these children can do And this time we won't fold You know the mother-loving deal Oh oh oh W-We just children Immigrants trying to get meals [Verse 2: AkinG Kalld Pedro] From abrasive to internacional I witnessed a mother lose her son like night time falls in the temp gets cold We lost one prince so AkinG can grow Not saying I am the one God chose But his own death gave me life and purpose Pay attention to the story told I'm a pioneer, not a parody A Brazilian style with a Naija code I've honed these cultures ethically American with a passport worldwide So never homeless, cause this world's mine In the palm of my hand oh Jesus! We stepped in this bitch no Visa! Viva la Vida till our soul leave us Mira, menina, this child is a genius Oluwa encontrei minha piscina de sonho since I was playing FIFA Dreaming of goals and making them lucid Pieced up the puzzle my language is fluent No make black music no make white music I make everyday life music This the shit you want to google to find through this jungle The child is making his movement [Hook] [Break] And that's it [Documentary Clip] [Outro] My name is Akinola Pedro We are children of immigrants I am a child of immigrants I am a friend of a friend yeah Rest in peace prince [Interlude] {Mother voicemail}

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Credits

Writers
  • Kyaira
  • Glott
  • Akinola Pedro