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Done grieving another brother that was a unarmed man
Done grieving another sister that mistreated
For the colour of her skin or by being herself
, tramp
You can get three for a score
At Wembley market you can get four
Some people in girl better
Blow t-shirts wanna picture but I’m too raw
Sorry, no!
they outta control
Kill a man cause he stand, for what he stand for
While he merely stand by with a dreadlock or an iPad, it's a crime
And then a nigga
Kodak Black, Kill Bill
Yeah I kill for the bill, steal for the bill
Yeah it get real for the bill
I was riding for these niggas 'fore they rode
brains all along
We are the aid
We are the cure
I know I'm not black and
I know this for sure
Gotta call like we see it
Won't see change
If we don't wanna
instrumental in it
Yet, it took reflection to get me
To pause for a minute
And realize that my modicum of success
Has come from being a monster
Mortified by
for forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I'm cryin' for forgiveness
Allah, You Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel
Do you think the singularity is the profound?
That the black holes are the same and now
We gaze in strivings into the void
Searching for once more
on doggin me
They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs
KJLH, you ain't about nuttin
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers
and this one's for
the fuck up
Are you my friend?
Hell no, you're a racist
You say you got one black friend, so you're in
Sorry homie, no win
Check the facts
Mexicans
I’m Sorry Baby yeah If I Can’t Be Your Sunshine , Im Sorry Baby We Raised Inside A Gun Mine I’m Sorry Baby If The Streets Left My Heart Cold , But
: Man! Arthur: Man
Sorry what knight lives in
That castle over there?
Man: I'm thirty-seven!
Arthur: (surprised) What?
Man: I'm thirty-seven! I'm not old -
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Shouldn't have to set a shortcut for that
But we do cause we got caught driving while black
Guilty by design sign of the times
Remove your
selling
Real estate left
Behind by husbands long ago killed by
The pace and stupidity of survival
For it all there was peace in the air
And we walked about
a nigga like Plan man I'm
Better than all of 'em i make em quit
Now their baby moms' is callin' for em
Askin me where they baby pop at
That nigga he
stapler, metaphor and synonym
'Cause she put me back together, but she stabbed me in the end
Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry, god forgive me for my sins
I been
that the Lord's coming
A cry of desperation
A prayer for my bredrin
For man and women
My women and children
Yeah yeah
Black kings, black Leaders, black
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
pictures if
You is ugly
Excellence his flow
It's so lovely
Do you know what I mean
Now can you see the I man yet
Black on black, Honda Civic 96 ya best
moved and we shaped the fabric of the country that swooped us away. Don't you ever think we were weak, that we were just slaves.
Be a king black man live
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it
on by, breeze driftin' on by)
(It's a new life for me) me and the RZA connect
(For me, for me) me and the RZA connect (ooh, ooh)
(And I'm feelin' good)
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