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African American

from Immigrant Summer by Akin Yai

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Return me to source from what I came
The land, people and what’s my name
Color me black or just a nigga
The man, the whips, and how it triggers
The way I look at all of y’all
In my eyes you see withdrawn
Pain is life and that is for sale
What you see is what you get
That’s just because it’s real
From the field,, over hill
Through the valley
Wa surviving in the ville
Hey it’s your brother
Look here I’m sorry
I sold you to the white man
Without the knowledge
How you would suffer
It was bidness
Thinking money I was greedy
What a sickness
know you bitter
Prolly hate me
I would too if I’m was you
Please forgive me
For the slaughter
You went harder
I will never hide the truth from your daughter
Now you’re sorta
Living martyr
How you made it through the shark infested water

To repel ghosts
I was shell-toed
Stepping to that concrete jungle
That Melle Mel wrote
Broken glass
Everywhere you path
You can enter or refrain
There’s a lesson hearing that
Fearing that
Power in a class
Its illegal to be woke
So they burying the facts
As they sheep
Children of the beast
Its was getting kinda crazy
So I had to travel east
Kiss the sun
Wind is like my drum
How I use the the turbulence
To pay the rent
I am song
Know you feel it
This is freedom in a psalm
Know you feel it this is freedom..

He who is brave don’t play the coward
He who is coward don’t play the brave
The world is a stage for they parade
Are you a slave or entertained
Either way the show was paid
Keep on scrolling to the grave
Bartered souls is up for sale
I hope its worth all you gave

Observe
Conflict on the scene
The privileged ones
And what it means
Entitlement to own space
That is to be white in this place
As they Cancun for spring beak
I stayed home and said grace
Drunk on boats
They gave chase
Surrounded a brother with they hate
They want music press play
amped up Ye on All Day
Bro will swim to meet me
Folk don’t play bout me
Catch these hands and plus feet
Me no surrender, no retreat
Viral viral
Its a fight
Digital land
In black and white
Viral Viral
It’s a fight
Seem to be my whole damn life
Unite and fight this melodrama (or else)
Im folding white chairs in Alabama

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from Immigrant Summer, released February 2, 2024
Produced By Enoch

Lyrics By Akin Yai

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Akin Yai Gainesville, Florida

Born in Ouidah,Benin (West Africa) Akinlola Yai spent his early childhood years migrating back and forth from Benin republic to Nigeria. Akinlola moved to America at 8yrs old and at the height of the golden year of hiphop...that winter Akinlola immediately immersed himself in American popular culture, music and most specifically hiphop like NWA's " straight outta compton" and lyricists like Rakim ... more

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