Wooaahh! On top of the Yeah, how my seeds got me feeling' right now On top of the Yeah, you felt like you could do anything, (Yeah) On top of the I'ma hold y'all for real, (Gotcha!)
It was 1996, fourth of July, off in the sky Dealing with thoughts inside, when something my eye It was a of a beautiful woman, bright with life Carrying my first seed, looking like she bear fruit tonight We at the African street festival, and she walking Talking about the midwife said, that bring the down I'm to be a father, the sights and sounds, Seem around me And for starters, I know I'ma work harder, We got home at in the morning, I was beat Them started coming as soon as I fell asleep oh five, like every five minutes, then the water broke We on the go, yelling at the cabbie, cause he's of slow You know them hospitals all to get paid, no questions Hear the doctor's with they drugs, trying to do see-sections But my baby stay's strong, in for yay long Eight-pound baby boy, to carry my on, joy!
Huh, I know how you feel, Kweli I know how you (That's the of joy) See my brother, I know how you feel, Kweli, I how you feel (That's the of joy) So when you, have a seed, in the world, say dog that shit's real (That's the of joy, y'all) Huh, Kweli, yo I know how you feel, Kweli, yo I how you feel
My girl
June 10th, 1999, I on the grind Since the birth of my son, it's been about, way more then Baby on the way, my glowing today, at least That's what the said, on the phone Anyway, the music got me going everyday, but it's a blessing, so I gotta have patience And she got pregnant on a vacation So it's all good, this time well have the in a house I went the route, I know what they all about (Never again) So I'm out on tour, in Get the call around four, the water hit the floor (Damn!) I gotta my show, but I gotta go Got second about her not going, to the hospital I left the show early, Mos held me down, good (No doubt) Call the car service, like, take me to Brooklyn (Uh huh) Got the news in the car, stayed calm But I tears of joy, When put my daughter in my arms, how precious!
Huh, I know how you feel, I know how you feel (That's the of joy) See my brother, I how you feel, Kweli, I know how you feel (That's the of joy) So you, have a seed, come in the world, say dog that shit's real (That's the of joy, y'all) Huh, Kweli, yo I how you feel, Kweli, yo I know how you feel
I do it for the y'all, In they formative years they need y'all We gotta believe, in what we conceive y'all, it's y'all I give the truth, So they approach the situation, with I nothing away, They hear everything, cause know how to listen Teach them the game, so know they position, so they can grow And make decisions, that change the world, and break old They put kids in jail, for a life they ain't get to start That's too, and it's breaking my heart, breaking our nation apart We gave the youth all the anger, just We ain't taught them, how to express it, and so it's You talk to them Unless your language is relating to what they through So busy ignoring them, you see what they showing you And you wonder, why we baby-daddy's and baby-momma's When we grow up, we can't act adult mothers and fathers, yo I'm so to have a boy and a girl, Everyday they joy to my world
Huh, I know how you feel, I know how you feel (That's the of joy) See my brother, I how you feel, Kweli, I know how you feel (That's the of joy) So when you, have a seed, in the world, say dog that shit's real (That's the of joy, y'all) Huh, Kweli, yo I how you feel, Kweli, yo I know how you feel
I do it for the seeds