Galveston

Expect to take my place, spotter take my weight
What dominates my dates now contemplates it's fate
Forced to be entrepreneurial, historically entrepreneurial
Along with authority there is a funeral
So let the poetry go with the burial (yeah)
Charcoal shade skin creature
They'll beat you when they see a color like synesthesia
From the inner reaches to a nigga features, rejoice (Galveston)
Feel a shockwave from my choice
When you not slave, you can hear it at the top
Octave of my voice, huh

There's a rebone connected to my mesone
I need some freedom connected to my fee bone
I need to celebrate with a T-bone connected to my T-bone
A ottoman to put my feet on and a porch to sip my tea on
(Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more)
(Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more)
(Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more)
(Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more) yeah, yeah, yeah
And there's a rebone connected to my mesone
I need some freedom connected to my fee bone
I need to celebrate with a T-bone connected to my T-bone (yeah)
A ottoman to put my feet on and a porch to sip my tea on real slow (uh)

And the aftermath of after masters
Hang the skeletons from the rafters
Hang like pelicans around the bathtubs
Stain like accelerants after arsons
Dark as carbon, in droves
The part to garden's for the park apartments
From the garbage into the
Third heaven of the nation's millennium general assembly energy
Entity, liberty on a killin' spree
Feelin' glee underneath the drillin' tree
On Jupiter Hammon and Phyllis Whe'
Make a heart melt and and a skillet breathe
Do a cakewalk around the guillotine
Rub a rattle snake until it's giggling

But you can't rest so peaceful
Indentured servants is gonna shine
And deceitful protect your people
And that finesse there is so lethal
Jim Crow bust like Desert Eagles
Gon' come back 'round like extra sequels
And it's all gon' be legal (Galveston)

Birthplace, Ghost Town
Day of the dead, prayers are said
In the form of a hoedown
French-fried 'til they golden brown
Triple Ks, brown gold vers' white sheets
Poltergeist get exorcised on the nineteenth (yeah)