FROM THE SOUL
By: Derrick N. Ashong

Dry eyes, live for the letter
I recognize some despise me
For makin' 'em wetter
I found their lies where they hide
And I pulled 'em together
Dug a whole in the earth
Where they're buried forever
And now I
Spit truth for more than the chedda'
Throw some thought in the game
Now we changin' the weather
Ignorance split with Bliss
Asked how could I forget her?
I dropped her off on the strip
And I've never been better...

Rhyme from the soul I say
Light up the mic like it's judgment day
Yay-oh
And shine like a solar flame
Burn out dem eyes 'til dem see you
Sing Way-oh
And live it like you love it,
Yea, for we who believe
No go die dis' way
Yay-oh
We ridin' for our souls today
We warrior we no go play
No way-oh-way

I Prince
Was meant for this
The 7th Son of a King
I was born with wings
Some men are defined
By their diamond rings
But my blood runs with gold
I don't need to bling
You see I
Am the product of an alternate vision
Born to seal up the wounds
Of colonial schism
I wield my words with the force
Of a thousand religions
And with one voice they call
To my African children
To stand up!
And shout out to the world that we live in
That we will no more be scorned
By another's decision
To write our lives out with pens
Soaked in seas of derision
Watch these lines break the walls
Of our spiritual prison
As we fly
To the corners of the Earth & Sky
And our teardrops they flow
In a sea of pride
As the oceans swell up
With the rising tide
And the Heavens
They call out to I & I
And I sing

Rhyme from the soul I say
Light up the mic like it's judgment day
Yay-oh
And shine like a solar flame
Burn out dem eyes 'til dem see you
Sing Way-oh
And live it like you love it,
Yea, for we who believe
No go die dis' way
Yay-oh
We ridin' for our souls today
We warrior we no go play
No way-oh-way