Lyrics:
If you was in a pine box (box)
I would surely break the lock
I'd jump right in an-and fall asleep (I fall asleep)
'Cau-'cau-'cause you are
Little shortie sedated thinkin' the way out is by selling cracks
I seen black borthers cry like day by day the number multiply
And the devil don't give
hypocrisy
Minas Tirith falls, under the shadow's might
The walls crumble, consumed by endless night
Black Uruks and Nazgûl, relentless in their stride
the well
the black hole to hell
its evil must never arise I can tell
Holy mission
forever he's sworn
to protect our world from hatred and scorn
He will not
They say, "Stay safe" but they still hit us
Fill the rivers
It's like the ghost of Emmett Till with us
We got black cards
Now they gotta deal with us
Do crimes, live well
Follow your glory straight to hell
If staying in your box kills the vibe
Than hail yourself and imbibe
Cause we're all sinners
and taking licks
Out comes Jack in the Box
If this is all of life outside
Please put me where I'm happy
Where I won't know what to think of this
Black
I gotta few things I wanna ask the Lord
Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me
And why's it so rough when you're young and black
They say you go
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Camp by Childish Gambino
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One evening late
In the dawn of the springtime
Lady Grey travelled by with her carriage and train
She rode and she rode through the middle
stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous
Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take
cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous
Though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name
That my pops chose for
me and Bustarimo muy peligro
The hottest Negroes en Los Estados Unidos
Hotter than Reno when discovered by Bugsy Siegal
I'm black like Don Cheadle
house lori
Pot pie hot leave a broke bitch scorn
Bought a new McClearan got no insurance
Push button start got me runnin
Hot box you can’t ride if you
Ya heart feeling sore
Ya mind cant more
Ya coat, suitcases, and all ya luggage sitting by the door
Last look over your shoulder, ask you are you sure
Into a pine box I go
The only place you will have me
Six feet below, no headstone
Made to be nevermore
Made out to be nothing more
Than a piece
the mirror… his sign never read
The image stayed with me all tattered and torn
Homeless and hungry… not bothered by scorn
(Chorus)
Somewhere in between above
am the unruly and stark
I am truly a mark of venomous scorn
My days are nights where the deathless are born
I speak to the meek as they dread
watch it take it to court
And the judge will just drop it. Slamming
Gavel like black bodies dropping bigger business
Policing and Copping we riot
Been down bad from the block
Run fast but we ain't catching up
So we gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But
Sean sent the beat I know it's cray
Diamond exotic
Come straight out the box
I keep it wave
I'm not talkinng alot
Frost on my hand
I'm not punching
Forever to be champion!
Upon the sea of time I ride:
To stay abreast of rising tides
I cast a scorn-filled glance about
This body black through which
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