Lyrics:
at your artist, flames, a mess on the carpet
Then hit everything except for the daughter
Cat burglar to a merciful murderer
Certainly not with
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
that your son is in danger
I keep fumbling the wings on an angel!
Where does it end? Do we only pretend?
I never could do that
That's like holding
never. So that's why I tell you my daughter is better
She shows more grace than I can. World in my palm tell me how much longer
Till I'm breaking my hand.
miss that
So I might go back to those
But for right now I’ll drop your jaws just like a bhaddie with no clothes
I’ll try my hardest not to let y’all down
that
Spreading the give and so much of spreading the rib
I spread food for thought before your car reacts
A final blessing
Nobody owe you a thing in
Bobbing and weaving
All by yourself
Nobody done took on your battles
Showing up for the ones
When they was in need
But for you nobody looked after
Now that
never had to have
Society forcing us to teach our children how to act
And I fuckin hate it it's only because we're black
But I'll do it if that means
to do, so much to experience!
I want to know how it feels, to spread my wings and fly high
You, told me that you'd never lie
I, trusted you with my whole
in my thoughts like a bird that never sings
The brain is like a cage with ideas for wings
Weighed down by the crap society brings to the face
plagued by degenerates
Played to the end but you failed to win and you just made your own sentencing
With diminishing values the sins of your child who just
two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble
For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it
Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes
How we fall for the bad plot
Who you think gave us crack
Not every criminal's a black man
Not every cop is a bad cop
Boy I'm feeling like I'm Black Rob
a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should
for those
Who lost their very lives
An effigy, and a purpose
In a unified disguise
Hey! Right-wing politicians
And greedy capitalists
Your notice has
off
Time out, you need to find out how much your casket cost
And make payments 'til I make arrangements to clap it off
Some cats are starved, they
Leave it for the homeless
To sleep it
Prodigal, fuck that nautical
Teachin' bitches how to swim
I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers
sour for all my days
Fuck the power and the praise, how could you not raise
This lil black boy
Lil black boy
Lil black boy
The potential's in you
black in America, you better stand your area
75 percent population of the prison system, niggas listen
Niggas listen, niggas listen, Outlawz
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of Kaopectate
And then you call your friend two weeks later
To see how he has been
And he
again
What happened to Yahsuah
Letting disciples in
Hated by many men
Praised by many men
These hoes ain't private
Can't buy that hellcat
Too much mileage
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
Black Angels walk with him
Talk to him
He can't get you Black Angels go out for him and stalk for him
He Ooooooo
Black Angels they sit over his
Isn't it reckless where we were?
Thinkin' we were so much more
Leavin' my black dress on the floor
So I could keep you comin' back for more
Now, ooh,
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