Sins of Our Fathers

Verse 1
On the shoulders of giants
The line of scope is a wide lens
Got cosy with violence
And never folded the cards dealt
Turn coal into diamonds
My fathers bones , past tense
Roll with the punches
The fossil fuel that drives men
soak in the science
Molded by cruel environments
You know that the light bends
When shun through a cracked mirror
So I model my life on the photos of my kin
From the swag of my pops to cast iron grin
If you look in my eyes, see the man that coulda been
It might took me while to live with my fathers sins
Thats three different women
Splitting the children
Mum selling me dreams cleaning the image
I love her for that
But she dont know I worship the cat
Pimp game shone big
Dames Rock a fella
I start to develop, momma say I am doppelgänger
Big frame dark skin
And a pompous manner
Verse 2
On the road with the migrants
Rifle loaded and strapped in
Carry hopes of the masses
vs unholiest tyrants
Hold him close it reminds me
No man is an island
I am drawn to his life breath
Like the Joker needs batman
Wrote it on parchment
These the verses my pops left
The frames I stole
Danny Ocean art theft
Ah shit,
Single mom home pops scarce
Conflict, dysfunction, Scarface my shit
Stogie pouring cold champagne on chics
The sins of my fathers inflicted on kids
From Dudes who pop xannies offhand
To Duduzanes pops on the stand
Understand
We carry trauma in our back pockets
With the condoms, Back & forth
with thotties on some adhoc shit
Mommy crying say I am just like him
Big frame dark skin
I think thats so flattering
Rest in peace Reverend Bashman
Rest in peace Mandela Msibi