Stroke Of a (Genius) Kid

[Intro: Lo'] Comme l'argile devant le potier Donne-moi la forme qui te plait Fais toute chose en ton temps Je serai toujours confidant Seigneur observe mes voies Gardes moi près de ta croix Je voudrais habiter chez toi Tous mes jours ici bas Que ma vie soit une fleur Un parfum pour toi Seigneur Que ma vie soit une fleur Un parfum de bonne odeur [Verse :Shinin' Kid] I've fallen from the family tree but I remain a fruit that continues to mature I know it's their deep desire I acquire enough maturity to please those I admire Um-hum no I'm not a liar, I hope this song gon' stay forever In their minds cause it's time to give back Back in a day I used to ride with protection on my bike You made me who I am today so lemme do my thang That time has passed I can fly with my own wings Golden skin constituted around that kernel I can't lose pellings in my road, im well-oriented like an arrow Who would have thought that your last kid could become one day superhero? Revolutionize stuck in my mental I don't wanna keep these feelings inside my soul no longer because I gotta Give back to my all folks with what I'm doin' best Getting more accurate with these flows to reach the careless, nigga And they say silence is golden, but my bars platinum Cleaning my mind out of enlightening Just going back to the root of my life with black thoughts Hoping my Africans will blow cassava like maniacs Many occidents...are thinking "Africa is broke" I'm tryna ring a bell to y'all ignante with shinin' stroke...Of a genius kid I swear that I should be locked up for shiny shit that I did Fuck your opinion cause I don't give a damn Ask yourself the good questions man You think we're broke but not enough for not paying attention A black monkey in a jungle, you see the wrong caption Shut the fuck up and put a step inside to see them residents My niggas need dead presidents to blow dead presidents Everything became clear for this little kid'ah That's why that shit got me spittin' darker Back in Paris, fashion week, all black party Guest List but racial quota got me out of this shit The CEO told the bouncer "too many niggas in here We gotta keep reputation so get your bros outta here" I felt like the 8-ball in the pool The cue ball don't wanna get near the black one but that's cool That shit looked like Slavery to the kidah So my last landscape represents Phantasmagoria