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Kane Smego

Kane Smego is a spoken word poet, hip-hop artist, and educator. He is known for his powerful performances that blend poetry, storytelling, and rap. His work often explores themes of identity, social justice, and community empowerment. Kane Smego's artistry has taken him all over the world, using his words to spark conversations and create change. more »

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I got that flare like Rick, that's just in my nature boy
Paper boy stick my routes, I'm on a Quest Love
Ain't no Tesla, giving that gas to you bruh
Cooking a special wit my nephew, proving there's magic in our blood
Loving to grub on that humble pie, fasting when I brag
Well adapted to the open sky, raptor on attack
Been fly since way back, pterodactyl with the swag
We done graduated boy, flipping the tassels to the back 
Copped a casa for my mama that's a notch up on the bucket list
Heavy hunger I hustle with, slumbering is a luxury
Choose the grapes in your bubbly, silver spoon in your cutlery
I dragged my gems from the dirt, ain't have no truffle pig
Dirty south, word of mouth, blurt out, rude
Ready to break the many that fake the minute they make their move
And sensitive ain't no primitive trait, I'm willing to the face the truth
Got that feminine strength from women that made me into the man I choose

The world done stopped, got us all quarantined, doors closed
When the whirlwind stops
Hope that we won't be the same, lord knows

If you can't be yourself at home then where the hell can ya?
Smile for the camera
Said if you can't be yourself at home then where the hell can ya?
Smile for the camera 

Silence is said to be golden, by I defy it
I was chosen, my saliva is molten I get it crackin' 
Like Leviathan tentacles, holding fire in every dosage
Highest intensity voltage, Zion in Pelican clothing
Putting my Dukes up, but Carolina blue blood
Southern boi, raising my fingers up to the klu klux
True love for the region I'm from means that I shun
Any monument or statue that made profit from shackles
Why I spot you in the present? When the violence you're attached to
Should've died up in the past, try to hide you like a tatoo
We wish we never had, cheap Confederate brand
Next-generation we should raise 'em instead of a flag
Bury the false idols, restore vitals to the divided
Build a pedestal for every soul we ever lost sight of
Swinging around katana blades, bringing down any sign of hate
Chopping em into piranha bait, or cookin' em on the flame 

I'm grubbin' on that humble pie, y'all on that prima donna cake
Stuck up in your headspace, I'm gonna be McConaghay
My inner stay stiller than monasteries or hideaways
I know who the hell I am boy and who I ain't

The world done stopped,  
Got us all quarantined, doors closed
When the whirlwind stops
Hope that we won't be the same, Lord knows

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