[Lyric] Diaspora (Dru Bex)

[Verse 1: Dru Bex]
Dad Jamaican, mom was from Trinidad and Tobago
Met in Canada, that's where I was placed in the cradle
Great white north, but my skin is black like a stallion
Back then, was rallyin' my 'migos like I was Quavo
Was lookin' for trouble, actin' indecent 'cause I was able
But God came through with the covenant, like a rainbow
Now I find my identity in His Son, Yeshua
But I'm still black, so I'm stuck with a stack of labels
Yeah, I'm chuckin' it back to Africa
Back before the colonizers sucked it dry like Dracula
Black boy joy? We had black king stature, uh
Black girl magic? Black queens so spectacular
Took us from our land, now spread out across the map, it's what?
Brazil, U.S.A., The Caribbean, even Canada?
Place to place the faces change, so does the vernacular
But when we see each other, just nod, "We Diaspora"

[Chorus: Alana]
What's good? I'm here, you here
We are the Diaspora
My hood, your mansion
Rich or poor, we Diaspora
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say, "Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Woo (Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Eshon Burgundy]
Yeah, I'm from the land
The continent, the birthplace of the Son of man
Now I'm in the west, where they distributed my fam
A hundred-million Hebrews on a boat, taken straight off the coast
Close, but couldn't shake off the Ghost
Tried to erase our serial, but couldn't scrape off the toast
Uh, some went overboard and tried to float, hopin' Abba
The Heavenly Father would throw down a rope, nope
Prophecy gotta go exactly how it's wrote
Scattered around the globe with a chain around our throat
Ooh, I be drunk off scripture and Garvey quotes
It's two fingers to the sin in my heart, oh adios
See the gospel, though? I love the Good News
Letters from apostles always put me in a good mood
Spirit of the Son of man in me, that's a good tool
Runnin' into me, the enemy gon' be a footstool, salute

[Chorus: Alana]
What's good? I'm here, you here
We are the Diaspora
My hood, your mansion
Rich or poor, we Diaspora
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say, "Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Woo (Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Dru Bex]
Yeah, one time for the memory of Chadwick
Let the beat drop out, now bring it back quick!
He gave hope to the inner city black kids
Showed them a crown, said, "You can really have this"
From Toronto to the Philly pad whence
Bombay came, we ain't ever really had bliss
They tailored a lie for us, that's a fitted cap, but
We trade it for a crown 'cause we're done with livin' average

[Chorus: Alana]
What's good? I'm here, you here
We are the Diaspora
My hood, your mansion
Rich or poor, we Diaspora
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say, "Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Woo (Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's good? I'm here, you here
We are the Diaspora
My hood, your mansion
Rich or poor, we Diaspora
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say, "Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Woo (Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)