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Ancestors on the Mic - Judeo
I can feel it when the beat drop
Hope the light in the room
Ancestors on the mic
Call my name but it feel like roots
Grandma praying on the plastic couch
Old brown bible in the torn up suit
Not a fan of me good off a PayPal route
Voices in my head telling stand up straight
Don't lose faith when the racks come late
See my uncle in the frame by the TV glow
Ancestors on the mic they talk through me
Every bar that I write feel like history
I'm the one they chose out the family tree
I'm the one they chose out the family tree
Ancestors on the mic they sing through pain
Trying to struggle in the loss in the diamond chain
When I step inside the booth it's a family thing
When I step inside the booth it's a family thing
Say your name and we counting change
That's my brother on the floor when I hop off plane
But I still hear pops on the rusted stove
Hear my mama humming hymn when the day feel cold
Got a great granddad that I never did meet
But he walk with me when I run these streets
Every A in the back there's the ones who pass
Every crowd going wild there's the ones who laugh
I got ghosts in the coats, ghosts in the air
Whole line in my skin and going nowhere
If I fall they catch me
If I shine they next to me
Say my name, say their name we the same
Ancestors on the mic they sing through pain
Trying to struggle in the loss in the diamond chain
When I step inside the booth it's a family thing
When I step inside the booth it's a family thing
