Lyrics:
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
Robinson, Booker T Washington homie
Oh y'all ain't think I knew that shit, Sidney Poitier, what they do
My president is black, I'm important too though
black
We're coming and were on the attack
Hells gates can't hold us back
We got the keys check the book of matt
Put your hands up make em smack
We united
switch lanes
Low key miss lames
Lay hands heal lames
Give sight to blind watch em all switch frames
Cartier vision now
Boujee with my faith so sue me now
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
hope bursts into tears
And the fierce tyrant, Anguish, sets his black banner on my bowed head
We went into the Hollywood Museum and we learned about how
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
So he waited in the alley all on his own
Moms came stumblin’ on her lame leg
In a borrowed dress that smelled like bacon and eggs
Friend drivin’ by
Huh-huh, huh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
I'd love all the girls, I love 'em love 'em baby!
Black diamonds and pearls, ooh yeah yeah
If I ruled the world
People
I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see
Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys
The breeze is hittin' don't think you'll catch
in work; now watch me skirt
I heard 'em callin' me, but then I ball and see
'Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys
The breeze is
work now watch me skirt
I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see
'Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys
The breeze is
a conversation
About how we playing radio’s game khaled
You a real nigga
Khaled, you a real nigga! You
Got the keys! But
As we learn all the politics
That niggas
guitar. The Older held the priceless craftmanship out to the Younger and asked, ‘Would you like to play it?’ All he could do was nod, his mouth open, eyes
I hate to be the one to buss your bubble but....pop
I don’t count this man’s arrest as a victory for the black community
I dare not say his name
Do you know? You're a masterpiece
And God has given you a master key
Do you know? That you're so unique
In God's image you were made, in His hands
Nothing more than a dreamer
Now I fuck those same girls
In the back of my black beamer
Godbody
Sim simma
Who got the
Keys to me beamer
Sim simma
Who got
With all due respect
I don't have pity for you black niggas, that's the way I feel
Screamin' "Black Lives Matter"
All the black guys rather be
is in black and white
MLK turn in his grave, what has happened to America’s grace
All the journalists got something to say, bout the land of free
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all
that is waving
And the black rows, they sowed their own chain
Get a dollar with a calico for their newborn baby
And the bell sends a key to the lock
They say I'm lyrical not talkin lemonade,
Bitches get famous by hittin the renegade,
Im blowing up like a mufuckin hand grenade,
I got more paper
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