Lyrics:
Prayers for my altar candle for my peace
With that skin super brown got that gol' up in his mouth
With that skin super brown got that gol' up in his mouth
brown
Weh just reach in town how me sound
Mi make a vow you ago low mi marijuana
Love it from the day mi
Daddy show me marijuana
Hills a sainty a weh me
have to ask them to stop police brutality
We stop it ourself when we feel each other's pain
Every time we turn around
Got another Mike Brown
Police
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem come for you
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem
niggas laid down like a long day
Never feared a nigga
Maybe once
But I'm straight
Promise that I'm finna get these dollas on my momma
Get the commas for
just hate me either way, but at least I can make you laugh, haha
I just never found it funny, I've been searching for a brighter day
It's never fucking
stride for Stride
So one day you'll get a Bride
And have sex for pleasure Just like a dolphin glides
Never hide son who you Truly are inside
Besides we all
dead in the skyway nigga
Uptown, Uptown, Harlem, Rucker, Cup Brown, Cup Brown
Uptown, Uptown, barbers, ups, and bussdowns
155 by the highway
110th by
to stay
Yeah, I sit in this dark room just drinking alone
Nothing but some shine and Zac Brown on the radio
I've gotta find a way out of this empty
we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown
[Xzibit]
Yo, I got the homey Jose from way back in the day
He came to scoop me up in
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
Gone get myself a teasing brown
Because they are the best gals in your town
A teasing brown is the best brown after all
They will sit by you through
hot flames
It's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the Coltrane to A Love Supreme
My brown lady, creates environments, for
Happy brown babies, I know
roll and light he a cigar
Just like zac I dug up your sister may be dead but I still kissed her
If she was alive she would call me mister hands on ass
She come through and just suck it off
So if you scared get a weapon
Every day a nigga live like he prepared for Armageddon
Now when they call me
take it day by day, yeah
Brown skin, Brown eyes
Yes, I'm beautiful
I believe in love, it makes life meaningful
If I ever fall in love I'd be a fool for
weed mek me feel good
Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Mi light a spliff and mi real good
Zac Jone$, Jesse Royal, SheenWrks
Spliff a light
Chest a tun inna
trying to pass our days
Why are we so shiesty, got to see!
I'm dead!
Then do it!
It's hard to reach you!
That ain't right!
It's Perfect!
you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Hold up - you ain't got no hitters in your squad
I could get you killed, that's my real day job
I'm a crime
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
Yeah, hustler music
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I
to hold it, I'm just holding it down
Protect my neck and my crown, patrol throughout the town
And they judging because my skin color is brown
And for
the hell that he has had to live in for the past twenty-six years?
Man, he would be dead to me
I didn't sign up for that, I didn't stay on this journey
the hell that he has had to live in for the past twenty-six years?
Man, he would be dead to me
I didn't sign up for that, I didn't stay on this journey
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