On My Way to Inglewood - Damani, Damani Nkosi, Kamasi Washington

The aurora of a black woman’s meal as I entered

Domino table dead smack in the center

Menthol clouds as I wave my hands through

The gumbo pot is big like a 70s hairdo

Hugs from the women

Love from my relly’s

Two-Hour mix, all R Kelly

Ah bootleg of belly on the table as a coaster

Stash spot of the ooh wee by the toaster

Off the gin tryna play Jim Rummy

Kids in in the other room thinkin' everything funny

And it is cause it’s love, it is cause it’s us

It’s always one person every word is a cuss

And I swear that’s the balance that I need in my life

Relief of the stress cause the world ain’t right

And they always tryna tell us that we up to no good

But I’m On My Way To Inglewood

I only been here for a short time

And I done seen the world

Couple continents under my belt the world twirls on it’s axis

The good the tragic

I’ve watched as it happens

Some nights I cried others laughin'

Fresh to def in a 3rd world country

Thinkin' I bought the J’s when I should of fed the hungry

The lessons the essence of a boy to a man

Can change a I won’t to a simple I can

Women of all races traces of my ancestors found in odd places written on walls

for the ages

The ancient wisdom is the knowledge of the now

As I weave my way through the foul

Plane hoppin' and artifact coppin'

You gotta blend in man it ain’t no options

In foreign lands trynna expand

Hope my trips provoke some plans

On My Way Back To Inglewood

I don’t see how you could of missed me

104th and 10th avenue, right off crenshaw

I went from there, I think i was Inglewood ave and Plymouth

You know, right by Rogers Park, Highland and all that

Manchester Tamarack

I was right there I use to walk all the way to Inglewood High

From there, that’s on everything I love

Feel like I’m in a movie

The winds cuttin' through the buildings trynna' move me

Beanie over fro it’s the Louis

Scarf round my neck trynna soothe me

In search of the right verse, as I rudely

Scamper through the blocks right in front of the cab

Tryna find the lab

It’s the bridge in the background that acts as a compass

As I laugh

At myself bout my journey, through the struggle

Through the game that don’t love me

Smoke through the cement like a backstage prop

Hater’s in the crowd remind me of a cop

The co-op the projects the object of this life

To live right and I won’t stop til i get it right

I hear the beat and I feel somethin' on site

I see the streets and automatic think fight

I know i won’t even though i could

Life’s just to good

Still I’m On My Way To Inglewood