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black

Yeah (uh-huh oh, baby)
Said yeah (ah hah)
Black is black is black is black

In America today, I have to regret to say
Something, something is not
black

Yeah (uh-huh oh, baby)
Said yeah (ah hah)
Black is black is black is black

In America today, I have to regret to say
Something, something is not
on the floor

But baby I gotta get through
Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
Maybe in you I'll believe 
Maybe I'll believe in you

Suddenly I'm not
on the floor

But baby I gotta get through
Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
Maybe in you I'll believe 
Maybe I'll believe in you

Suddenly I'm not
is coming, so you better get on your knees
Today, bottle rockets are two for one but salvation's free

He said, "I quit my job at a big church where
Conducted by the hand of the saving One
Report, fall in line, big mission with little time

Salute, stand tall, with one voice answers the call

Hear us
I can't say I ain't been around
That I ain't done my time
Seems like this big old world
Has been one big shoe to shine

But I never ever took
a store, and sell their goods 
To the county of recips ?
You know us po niggas, nappy hair and big lips? 
Four or five babies on your crotch 
And you
Lalalalalala

Saw you walking down the street
Holding hands with some other guy
Wearing a sharkskin suit, black patent leather boots
& big brown
a minute, uh-uh
Dr: Get in the chair

[Humpty-Hump]
Listen, now the black girl wants to get her lip tucked
She says Doc, I want my slim hips so I'm a slim
kiss, kiss me on the lips
Can Heaven be like this?
Voodoo kiss

Down by the river at midnight
You hear the rattle and roll of those chicken bones
A white
black highway down in Carolina 
Black bird slippin' in a sky of blue 

All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby 
All I'm thinkin' about is you, honey 
All
house up above

The Lord didn't give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while
And he
the devil in my corner and Jesus on my wall.

Today is an oatmeal day I fell like a monster babe preacher, save me with your call and I will be your little
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
do fifty eight shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said, cause I'm here with a stack of fed
And I got it
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
after he won his first big game
Oh, I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine

Oh, Amarillo, what you want my baby for?
Oh, Amarillo, no I won't come
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
Wasted by the sight of you.
It's all for nothing.
Wasted by the sound of your voice,
But she said something.
I heard her scream.
Today won't see tomorrow.
wanted him in the big house up above.

The Lord didn`t give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles 
He just thought you need some sunshine, and He
Hey Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President

Caviar on summer sunrise
I feel so good by his side
Want
mountains with six feet of snow
And fancy statue built by Indians long ago
I got a car that does a hundred-ten without a sound
Come on baby roll up your
to first base
Red lips, pretty face
All just a matter of time
Waitin' for my big chance
High school romance
Black lace, tight pants
Oh, someone's gonna
back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

Man I live up in B.R, I'ma die up in B.R
I got shit to do today