F.O.W.

Lyrics

Yo Chali, who you callin' man? We gotta figure this intro out Man. Checking my messages real quick man, my cousin left this poem man it might work man, it might work, check it-- Welcome to a fish outta water, this is Chali 2na, please leave a message at the tone and I will get back to you as soon as possible Please enter your-- You have nineteen new messages [?] From head to toe. I mean, get yo shit in order And get ready for this tale, about a fish outta water Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago, [?] 1 and 2 To live like a globеtrotter, who knew? 'Cause thе [?] like fungi on my mind's eye Undiluted by the [?] travel From the midwest to the west coast Adopting me, accepting me, visionary [?] From the cradle to the grave, y'all Knowledge, 'cause I'm seekin' Acknowledging there can only be one One you, one I and I, one love [?] love, shy town ground mostly free of soil Asphalt bricks fed and cultivated what I'm givin' y'all now This shit's world renowned Artistry, fresh from the depths of the place that birthed me [?] now forever to be the Windy City 35th to 39th, King Drive to Cottage Grove White argyle [?] amongst brownstones [?] of Ida B. Wells Dare not to mention the extensions Which only extended a couple'a blocks outside of a reality called home Once known to generations of sons and daughters Amphibians through their consciousness began there Like fish out of water