SALTWATER (We Should Remix)
I heard the original song with Baby and Thug getting a “404” tatt at my niece’s boyfriend's crib and I loved it. The flow reminded me of early 2000s Roscoe Dash ‘Show Out’ which was one of my favorite songs growin’ up. I wanted to make a song titled Saltwater so bad because I heard that they used to call enslaved Africans in the US ‘saltwater Africans’. Our ancestral connection to the Atlantic Ocean is so deep and with my near-death experience at Impanema Beach in Brazil, it opened my eyes to the sheer power and divinity of it. She is our mother.
[Uber Driver on an acid trip Intro]
Uber Driver
Black people
Dequadray
Yes?
Uber Driver
They are the most generous, coolest, most smartest people on the planet Earth.
[Chorus]
Move in my own faction then I start a chain reaction/
Wanna be the best so I keep pushin’ like contractions/
Ask me ‘bout my circle, keep it tight I’m talking fractions/
I ain’t pullin’ up if you ain’t got pack & we matchin’/
Say I’m lookin’ salty cuz they shipped us ‘cross the border/
Then they flipped us for a quarter/
Put us under unfair orders/
On some sugar and some cotton now we rottin’ from the calories/
Tryna make that salary/
Hang us up in galleries
[Verse 1]
I just want them dollars so my family can be comfortable/
Niggas have been strugglin’ since we was kidnapped on the boat/
I think my degree a waste/
They only focused on race/
Gotta love my people cus they always try to make away/
Call me 3/5 and the rest is an anomaly/
Shoot me like a target cuz I’m walking stolen property/
Wonder why my blood boil/
Cuz it take a toll on me/
They can’t take control of me/
Since they put the stolls on me/
Stroll on Ipanema beach/
Water almost stole a peach/
I was caught up in the waves/
The tides gave me another day/
And I can’t lead that shit with fear/
Any day could disappear/
And I’m bringing in the rear/
Hope this message makes it clear
[Chorus]
Move in my own faction then I start a chain reaction/
Wanna be the best so I keep pushin’ like contractions/
Ask me ‘bout my circle, keep it tight I’m talking fractions/
I ain’t pullin’ up if you ain’t got pack & we matchin’/
Say I’m lookin’ salty cuz they shipped us ‘cross the border/
Then they flipped us for a quarter/
Put us under unfair orders/
On some sugar and some cotton now we rottin’ from the calories/
Tryna make that salary/
Hang us up in galleries
[Verse 2]
Don’t claim my name for fame/
You ain’t put no drive in my blood/
They throw my name in the mud/
But who are they to just judge me off invisible ideals/
Make it hard to survive that’s why they pop pills/
Tired of staying afloat so now they sprout gills/
Sad to make it where I wanna gotta miss meals/
Sweatin’ we done waited generations/
Where my reparations?/
For the lacerations/
Given to the Haitians/
And my melanated kin/
They can always take a trend but can never keep it cool like the whip crack/
My souls is intact/
I gotta compact with my comrades that we bite back/
Harder than a pit/
This ain’t counterfeit/
This is pure magma/
Grafted in gold/
Lookin’ to the sun for the light that I’m owed
[Chorus]
Move in my own faction then I start a chain reaction/
Wanna be the best so I keep pushin’ like contractions/
Ask me ‘bout my circle, keep it tight I’m talking fractions/
I ain’t pullin’ up if you ain’t got pack & we matchin’/
Say I’m lookin’ salty cuz they shipped us ‘cross the border/
Then they flipped us for a quarter/
Put us under unfair orders/
On some sugar and some cotton now we rottin’ from the calories/
Tryna make that salary/
Hang us up in galleries