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parent out struggling, they think you a fool
Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes
Killing shorty future, I wonder how do we last it?

with a side of just deserts
Yeah, I guess it's all my fault
Smoking grade waiting for my early grave
Man, it's just too much to take
Just threw up in

platform
Back then some of y'all used to ain't clap for him
Now my shit hit like six wings and a Wildwood
The Grammy Family hit me up, had to tell me my

platform
Back then some of y'all used to ain't clap for him
Now my shit hit like six wings and a Wildwood
The Grammy Family hit me up, had to tell me my

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm

Wings then how you gonna fly
And if your mind is stuck in the dirt
Then you'll never touch the sky
I just want to do it to make my mom proud
She's been

you should have The backs of blacks homie
Instead of buying face man
Karate chop all that coonery and go
Flippin wax on wax off for me

How you gonna

Flight

Peter Hammill

The Margin

1985

Try to write out a postcard on a postage stamp
With a drawing pin punching out the Braille
For the whole within?
Upset the contango on your future

Young Black Male

2Pac

2Pacalypse Now

1991

an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)

Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause

People who are being taken advantage of
By you and your lies?
To all separated couples out there who are
Cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR
YOU i wish

And after all these years I learned what those branches were for
They used to hang ‘em here, back in the days of ole Jim Crowe

A black man I knew from high

to you to hold your own as David or thanos


I stay fly and hold my grounds and it’s all wonders 

How I’m coping with change since I’m off balance 


Been

giving her chills
In the trap four for three come and get you these deals
Free my bro up on the wing hope they accept the appeal
See so much fake love i

ghost.
time is money so, how much you payin me to slit your throat, cus bitch, I gotta go
So mirror mirrored thy own Maleficent
Taste this breath

Where should I really start
How many years have we been torn apart
Is this black life imitating art
When we're both at a loss looking for a spark
But

Temperature's Rising

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin)

What up black? Hold your head wherever you at
On the flow from the cops with wings on your back
That snitch nigga

Kafka-esque, his holy nest, stop the press
That Cobalt blue, reminiscent of Makkaresh
Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you
Let her massage your back with black

the minds of men, and read by them on earth:
"How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses

Be Safe

The Cribs

Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever

2007

One of those fucking, awful black days
When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens
Is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions

80 proof my liquor, 3 whole 5ths for the crew
We pour up in the night time for the ones that we lost
Black bodies with targets on ‘em, how much does it

Take my hand-let's unite
By the blood of Jesus Christ
Take my hand-let's unite
Not for color-black or white
Take my hand-let's unite
Let's

from a different soil (Lord)
Your flame too low for that water to boil 
If I wasn't rappin', the calls would stop 
You ain't really happy for me, you

tryin' for your freedom
Uh, if you don't die, then you try again (yeah)
You get your angel wings then you fly again (Jesus, fly)
Ain't no 'I' in 'team',

need therapy, I got so big
Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink
I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone
Homie gotta sit for a while