Ancestorial Wisdom Speaks

 "Ancestral Wisdom Speaks"

I been walking with old ghosts,

Ancestors in my bones,

Whispers in hieroglyph tones

Tell me: you ain’t alone.

This ain't new,

This is Nile-born truth,

Papyrus scrolls dressed in melanin and youth,

We the future breathin’ through a sacred past,

Wisdom made for now, designed to last.

They say:

“Know thyself.”

Not just your trauma,

Not just your grind,

But your divine design —

the sacred thread in your spine.

Walk in Maat,

That balance ain’t a vibe,

It’s the justice in your stride,

The truth in your reply when your ego tries to lie.

Your tongue?

That’s a wand.

Spell-castin’ with syllables.

Speak light or curse yourself—

every word is spiritual.

Discipline is the altar.

Your habits, your prayer.

What you repeat is what you raise —

so raise it with care.

Honor your roots.

You ain't self-made,

You a harvest of prayers,

A drumbeat of names.

Somebody survived so you could dream.

Somebody died so you could speak.

So when you rise, rise humble.

When you fall, fall deep —

'Cause soil is where gods plant seeds.

Legacy over luxury.

Don’t chase gold that rots.

Leave behind wisdom,

Not just TikToks and plots.

Spirituality ain’t trending.

It’s how you live.

How you love.

How you forgive.

So remember —

The pyramids weren’t built on likes.

They were carved in silence,

Brick by sacred brick,

With patience, sweat,

And unshakable intent.

This is millennial wisdom.

Not ancient — eternal.

Not dead — internal.

Still breathing,

Still teaching,

Still reaching through you.

Now what you gon’ do?

You are a divine expression in human form.

God flows through you, not just above you.

N'game' 2025