My heart on my Sleeve Lyrics

From my heart to my home to the streets

Of the villages I'm from where its sweet

I'm bringing real love this is not tweet

My heart is on my sleeve when it come to this

It ain't skin deep

From my heart to my home to the streets

Of the villages I'm from where its sweet

I'm bringing real love this is not tweet

My heart is on my sleeve when it come to this

It ain't skin deep

I repeat, it ain't skin deep it's really deep

It's really,it's really really really really deep

You won't see anything it if you still asleep

I got a message for fox not for sheeps

I preach African Greatness that's what I teach

Black consciousness a Biko's speech

Black skin beams in this sun, no need for cream

Psychologically distorted if on that skin bleach

I write what I like I say what I want on mic

Very blasphemous to say I'm Christlike

Don't insult my existence I'm not childlike

I'm a God from the land of gods in every tribe

Running through veins is DNA of greatness

I'm grateful for those that know how death feels

I know who died for me it's all clear

I don't fear no foreign God, this is Africa

From my heart to my home to the streets

Of the villages I'm from where its sweet

I'm bringing real love this is not tweet

My heart is on my sleeve when it come to this

It ain't skin deep

From my heart to my home to the streets

Of the villages I'm from where its sweet

I'm bringing real love this is not tweet

My heart is on my sleeve when it come to this

It ain't skin deep

What kinda tree that doesn't have roots

What kinda tree bares what kind of fruits

When we excuse the truth and let loose

And reproduce a generation of lost youth

Shaking Ass on social media, that's success

For likes, superficial medals and the influx

Of little boys that think are men in the inbox

Before you know it, you taking his boxers off

Nine months later you calling each other haters

Because you didn't want to listen to educators

In class, you never really paid attention

Kids raising kids not knowing their true origin

What we plant is what we sow at the end

What we want comes from how our time is spend

What we read, watch, believe we become

We can never win if we don't become one

From my heart to my home to the streets

Of the villages I'm from where its sweet

I'm bringing real love this is not tweet

My heart is on my sleeve when it come to this

It ain't skin deep

From my heart to my home to the streets

Of the villages I'm from where its sweet

I'm bringing real love this is not tweet

My heart is on my sleeve when it come to this

It ain't skin deep