Siba Outlook is dim, somber, MF Grimm Political climate, suffocating air is thin Tyrant at the helm, information overwhelm Looking for answers, checking at the stem Root of the problem, they been here for years Seen them before, they bring people to tears Eradicate the hate, wait, supremacy at stake, Fate Won’t wait, at the gate, enemy of the state Get up, Stand Up, C’mon throw your hands up Manifest & Man up, Marathon we Ran up The fix is on, rig is on, when they bring it on Pressure’s on, play it on with the Reggaeton Chorus You see it in the tale dem taping Youth Dem haffe beat pon system. Look like they no want love children. Youth Dem haffe beat pon system. The look is worth a million Them only want destruction, total. You see it in the tale them taping. The Youth them haffe beat pon system. VonMeista Winter winds. Summer nights. Concrete, city lights... Open up the sights. Turning on the brights. Watch the people move. You can see the plight. If they talking loud, then they shit is hype. Seek sight. Walk high. Take flight. Youth must reach. Streets run tight. Love turn hate. Dark turn light. Nobody ever wins. Day turns night. Balancing the scales. Who can tell the tale? They spitting in the wind. Trying to fish a whale. Find ‘em on the sail. Heavy on the ale. Falling short of stats for another fail. Chorus You see it in the tale dem taping Youth Dem haffe beat pon system. Look like they no want love children. Youth Dem haffe beat pon system. The look is worth a million Them only want destruction, total. You see it in the tale them taping. The Youth them haffe beat pon system. Kiambu It’s like Zulus versus Vikings, Got Whites twerking Blacks hiking For real it Feels like the world just might end I’m tight might Over tighten Stripped nuts Twisted guts It’s a Battle zone, Game of thrones, Battle of titans it’s Surreal it’s so real, Con artist revealed We been Chumped, It’s the Art of the steal Government gang war, red vs blue, Crips vs Piru Hicks versus slicks, we all affixed to the politricks Reality crack, make america wack The right is wrong, When news is an opinion you choose Land of the free, home of the mental slaves, They say patriots Behave, but make waves Stand up be brave Chorus You see it in the tale dem taping Youth Dem haffe beat pon system. Look like they no want love children. Youth Dem haffe beat pon system. The look is worth a million Them only want destruction, total. You see it in the tale them taping. The Youth them haffe beat pon system.

Siba Giba Cause where I’m from they always got your back L.E.S. The foundation. New York where you at. NYC, nineteen eighty, infested with crack Street cats taught me well, had to adapt Love and respect, did we forget that in 2020, my vision, always to give back Put in the time, grind, to refine your craft Capital, top of the line, like paragraph. Ladi Dadi was the first page Lost the french accent at an early age Kids makin' fun of me, hoods kept sonnin’ me. Wanna keep my lunch money, shorty had to find the key. Music & Hip-Hop, they changed my life Mom & Pops gave me the light, Huh Push to create, educate, to elevate The mind set, money well spent. Chorus (Von) Where I’m From The red, white and blue wave The guns or the drug trade A home that the streets made Where I’m From The red, white and blue wave The guns or the drug trade A home that the streets made Von I’m in the pocket like the paper fold Making money on the manifold, stay gold Grow old but remain bold, I been told Kung fu grip, tight hold, ice cold It’s like a battle field. Firearms body shieldsI f you call it how you see it then you know the deal From the Boogie, in the city where it all jumps Spray cans, handstand to a base thump Hard rocks, b boys on a beat box There I am. Born and bred. Love and hip hop F--k em all. It’s your ball and your word here Front street get too hot for you to stand there Ain’t that a bitch....at the door and never play fair All they talk about is bullshit and fanfare From what I hear, where you live got all the same shit, until you getting out That’s why we don’t quit Chorus (Von) Where I’m From The red, white and blue wave The guns or the drug trade A home that the streets made Where I’m From The red, white and blue wave The guns or the drug trade A home that the streets made Kiambu Uptown sugar hill, 45th and riverside Sunny days in Harlem nights Afro picks and black pride Light skinned nappy hair black boy with chinky eyes Called me yellow Picking fights, told me that I talked white That’s all right I know what’s right, Home life was mad tight Loving fam had a plan Raise a boy into a man Beef with pops beef with cops But not for selling crack rocks Got locked five times,Good kid - Hard times Couldn’t cry I Turned to rhymes Air it out loud and proud I don’t fight I always win, Know the outcome going in Lead with heart not my chin Add it up and make a blend Balance out the yang and ying Plant a seed and grow again Chorus (Von Meista) Where I’m From The red, white and blue wave The guns or the drug trade A home that the streets made Where I’m From The red, white and blue wave The guns or the drug trade A home that the streets made

Kiambu: We Humans, We need friends We log on and Plug in Now and then People front and pretend Photo shop And Rebrand just to be relevant, reinvent anything to Fit in to what end? Now you’re caught in the Game, here it’s all about fame, It’s like a job to sustain Followers and ya name living life on a page In the age whos hot trends the most Count the shares and reposts, but parasites need a Host And a victim to roast, comments from these trolls Leave you stripped and exposed, but it goes with the life Don’t confuse love for likes, fake friends for real life Truth from the hype, wrong from the right Chorus : Moms and the pops the elders and the tots Neighborhoods and blocks Hipsters and thugs trying to rise above Fist bumps and hugs Von It’s open heart. The cardio. Say paid in full from letting go. Got ‘em giving good. Get ‘em going hard. Every pick me up he give it up to God. Sling a rod. Throw a stone. Go against the odds. Pyramids, highs and lows, Modding with the squad. Catalogue all the jobs meant to fuck it all. Take a stand till e we fall baby, Fuck it all No giving up or giving in. Cause love, loves to win and win again. Alone again and more again. You set the scene. It never ends. Chorus : Moms and the pops the elders and the tots Neighborhoods and blocks Hipsters and thugs trying to rise above Fist bumps and hugs Siba Went out looking for you in all the wrong places. Hard to locate, with so many faces Sent out an APB, no related cases The music man, I master Aces Eleven, Eleven, here to eliminate Hate, the aggressor, candidate, successor Caught in between choosing the evil of two lessers Pressure, Accentuated stress, quest for the answer.  Committed, persisted, insist to seek the truth Dissipate the lies, empower the youth  (sing) Dissipate the lies, empower the youth  (sing) Dissipate the lies... Chorus : Moms and the pops the elders and the tots Neighborhoods and blocks Hipsters and thugs trying to rise above Fist bumps and hugs