Lyrics:
they fear
So much so they don't even want you here
It hurt being black today
Not one of them days we smile
It's one where tears shed by the mile
They
These street Level genocides
By shield wielding pigs
While a crying mother digs
Her son's grave
No one was saved
That Day, the Earth stop breathing
Black
I know I’m broke but I got a penny for your thought
Is complicated is like my whole life has been explored
By the two faced demons that I had
was authority
Said I'm calling the cops say a black man's attacking me
Emmitt till new age chills that's a real fear foreal
Yea them ppl still lynchin
yes, they want ya
The blackheart man doing wrong so
Go on and rock them beautiful locs
Whether black or not, you can have dreadlocks
Whether you're black
Thought freedom I was getting
I know that they love betting
And making us upset and then
Beat em till a heading read black man dead
They love the shit we
at the murder scene nigga 50 trynna catch me
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Yeah!
Yeah-uh!
Hey man!
It's the Black and Yellow
the black man with the champagne
And I was chasing the black girl with the oysters rockerfeller
And it was a highbrow occasion
For no special reason
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the ho don't wan' fuck
Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut, fa'sho'
She gonna be drove
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the ho don't wan' fuck
Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut, fa'sho'
She gonna be drove
Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR
I am about to set the record straight (The world's famous)
It's ninety-nine, man
Time to let them know, man
a black man to speak about black People like you do, you' to retire, Ars, is serious ignorance but racism
I am a black woman and an Eminem - Stan
Face me,
a black man to speak about black People like you do, you' to retire, Ars, is serious ignorance but racism
I am a black woman and an Eminem - Stan
Face me,
spoke on the phone
Some say it's overblown but she don't give a damn
All the black girls think that she want they man
But it's not your fault they
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
carry this cross, too late, gloves off
Black Batman cruising through your city he's pursuing
The criminals, creeps and the presidents, deep, so
Hope Man
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
and thank you, ma'am"
'Cause the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored
And it's a setback
on the black man
You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang
See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit
And most blacks they don't know about politics
of a man
Black man fear for his life, left in a white cops hands
God damn, God damn, they pull a gun, it never jam
We comply never ran
But bullets fly Peter
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
with anticipation
I saw a dark silhouette at the table
I tried to talk, but I was unable
She drew me in right under her spell
I was hypnotized by
with anticipation
I saw a dark silhouette at the table
I tried to talk, but I was unable
She drew me in right under her spell
I was hypnotized by
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