Lyrics:
they all just wick-wick-wack
I'm not white or red or black, I'm brown
From the Boogie Down
Productions, of course, our music be thumping
Others say
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
Red turns to black slowly
Darkness comes slowly
But I'm happy
Peaceful in your arms
Hurting
My heart is hurting physically
Getting heavier every day
I
and black and red and black and red and fucking black
I say no more "what ifs"
But I still can't fucking turn it off
And maybe, just maybe
I can pray often
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
[Wyclef]
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
The search continues
Yellow
McDonald's Yellow - Golden #1130-6 Series 7
Kodak Yellow - Golden #1147-6, Series 6 red
Impervex Latex Enamel High Gloss
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The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
lining up to
X me like an asterisk
They laughing in my face until I
Kill em with my adlibs
So when you talk about 7
Better mark me down as an underdog
Only
Straight through the red traffic lights
Should I grip the wheel tight
Or should I just let go
Do you ever think of staying underwater
Eight, seven, six,
I don't know what is next
I don't know who is next
Got me a diamond Rolex
You decide who is best
I got my second chance
I gave it all what it takes
Look, I see horsemen ride out
White, red, black and ashen
Conquering, bringing war, and famine, and death.
And the souls from the altar cry out:
How long,
a' the hippy-dippy
Odds red or black
Gimme fitty-fitty
Motor-sport dripppy
Wid'da itty-bitty-tiites
Gimme fiddy-fiddy
Odds a lookin' pretty
...so-
burning, number seven
Reaching farther, every hour
Creature watching over me
Night vision, catch my eye
I see red moons drift by
Metal wall, blue and green
miss
Gone in the abyss, fuckin wit the fish
Scratch him off the list
Automatic trey pound seven in my fist, get ya wig split
Green Eyes rise,
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
Drinking black coffee in the morning
Staring down the sunrise
Drinking black coffee into the evening
Red-eyed in the moonlight ..driving all night
Dear America
Here's my letter to you
America home of the red, white and blue
Black lives have always mattered Im just telling the truth
I just wonder
answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'
momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
floors
So bitch you can fight your own wars
So if you see a man in red white and blue
Gettin' chased by the Lench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves
is dripping red
Try stay calm in any case, it might remind you the Oogway
Turned in black the people screaming and they say no way
They all
Red
But for the life of me, I can't figure out why my ass ain't dead
And now I clear my head, as we arrive on the site
Makin' sure, all routes for
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