Single · Funk Doc Meth
Conscious Rap / Reggae Fusion / 90s Boom-Bap
Strange Country · Track 03
An upbeat, slow-sinking exploration of arrested youth, miseducation, and diaspora rebirth.
Interactive lyric sheet
Phase 1 · Ages 0–25
Quarter century measured in somebody else's grades,
History with the roots cut off, truth behind the shades.
They taught me every empire, never taught me who I am,
So the child became a scholar with no compass in his hand.
Gold stars on the paper, but the spirit stayed confined,
Twenty-five years learning how to leave myself behind.
Then an elder spoke in proverbs no institution knew —
The oldest classroom breathing was the soil beneath my shoes.
“...it is not yet Uhuru. Black is not Voodoo...”
Track story / concept breakdown
01 · Arrested time
The first half of the record confronts a standard institutional education system that consumed twenty-five formative years while separating knowledge from ancestry. Its rigid measures are contrasted with liberating teachings carried from ancient times and with the organic, natural intelligence that survives outside official approval.
02 · Diaspora winter
The final phase looks back from the diaspora, where rebirth arrives with mourning. Distance makes the artist question whether true communal love has died under migration and survival, or whether it remains hidden—waiting beneath concrete, cold, and separation to be remembered.
