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dead flies
I'd rather be without the shame
A bullet lodged within my brain
Black mother
rather be home
My president's there

When I call, you don't pick up anymore

But I've got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old
told me that delta's brownskinned, akas' lightskinned
And they supposed to be bougious, so they got white friends
First day of school, I'mma take you
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes
on curtain row would rather see you dead

You know who your friends are
You know who your friends are
They're the ones who want to see you go far
You know
you hated your white teacher
Who told you, you love your black preacher
Do you respect your brother's woman friend
And share with black folks not of kin
you hated your white teacher
Who told you, you love your black preacher
Do you respect your brother's woman friend
And share with black folks not of kin
you hated your white teacher?
Who told you, you love your black preacher?
Do you respect your brother's woman friend
And share with black folks not
bloods a flood
Without credit
Black and close to the edit
I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it
War at 33 1/3 not really live
I rather do
can understand the reason why

Black hole, black hole
Are your eyes as empty as they look?
Black hole, black hole
How can your two eyes be as empty
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends 
By the way youngster what's your name 

You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
you hated your white teacher?
Who told you, you love your black preacher?
Do you respect your brother's woman friend
And share with black folks not
you hated your white teacher
Who told you, you love your black preacher
Do you respect your brother's woman friend
And share with black folks, not
Now it's time to finish your wine -
Try to sing a sober song after all that din
And even though we may be having quite a laugh,
Bashing bass
around at my so called friend
Light skin to the brown
The black
Here we go again
Homey over there knows Keith an
But he be thiefin'
I don't trust him
put a stew bone in the pot

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born easy on the road again

Friend come by, say looking for his hat
even put a stew bone in the pot

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born easy on the road again

Friend come by, say looking for
of confidence and money
Find out what it could do

It's true, your looks are passable
Cool, you're unattachable too
I'm a natural catch for a chap to be sat
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
to the people
Power to the people

Put this thing on repeat go back to one
And just move your feet tell your friends 
Prince and the Mplsound we can't be
to the people
Power to the people

Put this thing on repeat go back to one
And just move your feet tell your friends 
Prince and the Mplsound we can't be
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one,
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes
friend

Hey, Leah, Nancy
There's one more silver lining
So c'mon then and be a good friend
Hey, Leah
Am I getting through
Your shining eyes are
white teacher
Who told you to love your black preacher
Could you respect your brother's woman friend
And share with black folks not of kin

People
it's not you then do it for the sake of fashion
Your friends like a certain you
That's who you've got to be 
Junior high legs
Blond hair gone black