Wooaahh! On top of the Yeah, how my seeds got me feeling' right now On top of the Yeah, you ever like you could do anything, (Yeah) On top of the I'ma hold down for real, (Gotcha!)
It was 1996, fourth of July, off in the sky Dealing with thoughts inside, when something my eye It was a silhouette of a beautiful woman, bright with Carrying my first seed, looking like she gone bear fruit We at the African street festival, and she walking Talking about the midwife said, that bring the down I'm about to be a father, the and sounds, Seem around me And for starters, I know work harder, word We got home at in the morning, I was beat Them contractions started coming as as I fell asleep Three oh five, like every minutes, then the water broke We on the go, yelling at the cabbie, cause sort of slow You know hospitals all trying to get paid, no questions Hear come the doctor's with they drugs, trying to do But my stay's strong, in labor for yay long Eight-pound baby boy, to my name on, joy!
Huh, I know how you feel, Kweli I 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, come in the world, say dog shit's real (That's the of joy, y'all) Huh, Kweli, yo I how you feel, Kweli, yo I know how you feel
My girl
10th, 1999, I been on the grind Since the birth of my son, been about, way more then rhymes Baby on the way, my lady glowing today, at what the midwife said, on the phone Anyway, the music got me away 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 the hospital route, I know what they all about (Never again) So I'm out on tour, in Get the call around four, when the 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 me down, good looking (No doubt) Call the car service, like, take me to Brooklyn (Uh huh) Got the news in the car, stayed sorta But I cried 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 know how you feel, Kweli, I know how you (That's the of joy) So when you, have a seed, come in the world, say dog that shit's (That's the of joy, y'all) Huh, Kweli, yo I know how you feel, Kweli, yo I 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 the situation, with ammunition I nothing away, They hear everything, they know how to listen Teach them the game, so they know they position, so can grow And make decisions, that change the world, and old tradition They put kids in jail, for a life they ain't even get to That's murder too, and breaking my heart, It's breaking our nation We gave the all the anger, it's just We ain't taught them, how to it, and so it's dangerous You can't talk to Unless your is relating to what they going through So busy ignoring them, you can't see what they you And you wonder, why we called and baby-momma's When we grow up, we act like adult mothers and fathers, yo I'm so blessed to a boy and a girl, Everyday they bring joy to my
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 know how you (That's the of joy) So when you, have a seed, come in the world, say dog that shit's (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