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If a black man is racist, is it okay?
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some
My piano fingers tugging at the chord 
'Cause life in a bubble can be 
The sweetest thing sometimes 
With the world just passing by 

Outside your
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some
march)

There is an army that is marching onto victory the Captain is a man from Galilee
They've all been saved and their souls set free by the blood
piano, Fred Williams - drums
Chicago May 17, 1940
Album: 'Sugar Mama'
The Essential Recordings of Sonny Boy Williamson
Indigo Recording Ltd IGOCD 2014
It's not over, so don't give up the fight
It's not over, some day you'll see it right.
Though the times you were loved and adored by the crowd
Are all
brought in from by bad Colombian mules
Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels
Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy
Crime fam against fam
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had hoes,
more no more no more 
fight , i'm not ready for this again
oh goodbye goodbye goodbye 
my ex-sweet lover
my piano is my only truth and faithful friend
As the sun sets I ride
With my pistol by my side
I know I'll survive tonight
Like dust in the wind
I'm restless with no end
I'll find the man
down
I put it down 

Why destroy what you love 
Look around 
Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground
Where the lost got found

Why it all come
on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card
my own preaching means
And thinking why I'm leaving rhymes leaking by the evening
Who'da thought the hammer hit ya?
The Ruger spark, leave you
Verse 1
Strap up the boots, I?m ready to shoot, load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camo, I play rappers like they grand pianos
these dogs in the street to melodys
Like a heartbeat playing against piano keys
It's a breeze 365 degrees
Turn around and you might catch these so justt
myself in a room full of niggas
Focused on hittin stains and gettin' bitches
I don't speak, I'm silent as a mouse by my own house
With a bit
lived next door to a food fight

Howdy Danger, much obliged for the beat god
Even though you still eat lard by the Meatwad
Mesquite charred, speakin'
you wanna hate by
These real housewives of Atlanta while keep the script
But if you ever wanna find out the reason they mini leach just

Come
Brando 
Squares don't understando
Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the
Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'
On some doja, cars
old dog fight 
We just laugh and apologize all night 
I never told you 
How I could picture you standing in a all white dress
And a dude on our
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)

I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)

Just
Brando 
Squares don't understando
Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the
Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'
On some doja, cars
what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up
Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut
Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked,
Fast lane baby, ain't nothin like it, some play it cool,
Some get excited, hit 5th gear and you might get indited,
Spend all your cash try to fight
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!

[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over

[Sonja