TORQUE.

It's time for some real talk Yeah I always had stratospheric visions Gassin' myself to fly out the atmosphere that I lived in Nigerian home, so the cabin pressure was hittin' At times it was a mission to navigate those conditions And like My attitude started dippin Aight, enough with all of that aviation word-ism I figure you get the image I needed to spread my wings And travel at Mach 10 directly into the winds of change Fast forward up to this distant age A lot of life is different But much of it's the same The plan for glitz and fame is a bit delayed I'm beginnin' to think wait, have I missed the train? The ticket's paid It's not like on my platform I sit and wait I slide on these tracks raw every frickin day Still my dream's losin' steam as it drifts away That'll drive anyone a bit cray It's a loco motive of sorts, comprende? Social media promo's made me a sensei Now the music goes slow like Ken's Hadouken wave Hadouken! Maybe its a skill issue But you can win a Pulitzer And niggas will still diss you Look I'll be real with you, I'll nil diff you Even my ink spills reveal I am not in a guild with you I'm six mil kilometres over hills from you And that's when I'm only being chill with you You know the drill I just got some ritalin pills issued Now I'm tranquil Grieving the life I could have had Damn Wait a minute You neurotypicals never told me how badly it slaps To not have to procrastinate or lapse to distractions Scrollin' screens to overdose on dopamine just to manage thoughts Dawg, I could have been an astronaut Discovered mathematics laws as an afterthought Taught quantum gravity courses like Planck or Hawkins or Schrodinger I know this for fact, I'm sure Nah lemme give perspective to this babble There's lines of identity I perpetually straddle As Drizzy and Dot went at it I reflected on the angle That perhaps I'm not the Kendrick in this battle Cos if I'm tangential to every culture Who gon' cosine me? There's an irony to Hip hop being the home I seek Cos even with three different passports It feels like a club that I pulled up to with no ID And I can hear em from the doors singin' "He not like we!" Story of my life, and here's the plot I read In Igboland, I'm onye ocha In Yoruba, oyibo New Zealand, I'm tauiwi In Mexico I'm gringo In London I fit in until they listen to my lingo When it comes to Asia, them folks just call me insults Aussie, they say "who's guess?" US say Australian Could migrate to another world I'd still just be an alien When I'm rappin', they say I'm fakin' it But if I use my accent, huh "Now we don't relate to it!" So I'll stick to my habit And really I'm okay with it Cos no matter yo action Somebody will defecate on it Oh my god, that was cynical Nah it's actually what I'm feelin' though I just needed one song where I could let it all out Anyway, let me sing this chorus You can go on and on lookin' for fun But nothin' at all will ever be Like home Cos right from the origin You have been a part of it And nothin' at all will ever be Like home Yeah, that's real talk Torque Real torque Haha Nwanne, nnọọ So when you go an ụmụnna meeting And you give a speech Especially if it's heart felt Um, when you're done The response is usually "Nnọọ" "You're welcome" Yeah It's to say, it was a journey for you to go through all of those emotions And arrive at the destination of the thing you were saying So nwanne, nnọọ