Lyrics:
are stronger
Our pain, our power
No one can pull it by the chains (Nooo)
Our lives matter, all lives matter
Pas de Justice, Pas de Paix
Pas de Justice,
Even if you blow up I'll never allow
You in my life again i'll write that in ink
Bold with a black pen with a black pen
Black pen! Ever been blocked by
black tux, binocular
Black luxe, stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box
The world's war 1884
History
History is written by the winners, true
Sometimes though heroes are of another hue
Another religion, another point
kids in the projects
They wanna be us no father figures
Nothin' that you could teach us
Ghetto streets raised
Is blowin' weed and Black & Milds
of progress
Black people dying by the second this is constant
The nonsense to lack com sense in these times is
Bondage we chasing after things that lack promise
and right
The poor run
The rich catch
The kids caged
Sold to be raped
The poor sue
The rich brag
The kids lie
Attacked by both black and white
The poor
And the Mac leaving there ass in black coffins
Spitting that crack and dash like flash balling
So ball in it's your decision
No games we ain't kidding lanes we
Prosser or Pyecroft or Pym?
He was stationed in Simla, or was it Bengal?
I know he got tight at a ball in Nepal
And wrote several four-letter words
punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, I laughed in his face, spit
Bi- gave me
as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
by line, chapter after chapter
Like a pimp on the street, I got a rap ta
those who chose to oppose, friend or foes I still dispose
Blow em out like
The young visionary, I guess that's my brand
Wedding out in Rome, our reception in France
Damn
Hit the Honeymoon Suite at the Black Rose
A little pink
Remember me
See my tears, see the scars
Not exactly expecting it from a star
Like you landed in Mars, I crack the code like a black
Big Benjamin's, my etiquette
Black shades on, black excellence
Big ego, yea settlin'
Turn the lights on, Tom Edison
Oh, we on we on like we are
business that's only paying me pennies
I'm buying these products that's owned by white supremist
In a black neighborhood they only selling us chicken
What's
scenarios so blacks are richer
We went thru more than a few strategies to crack the fixture
Like how they need to be after Trump like they after Hitler
We
I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt"
On and on, page after page
Delightfully he flaunted each incident for an hour, without a breath
[E-40]
I step, I step in the "Club" aroung twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folk (folkers) after the after "Spot" (spot)
We bought a - Rimy (Rimy)
and his speech/
and Rosa Parks had to sit in the back seat/
If you proud to be black
ball your hans a tight squeeze/
and raise it to the sky
all I do is
clean it after intercourse
Of course you getting maimed by a
Steak knife and dinner fork
This Head Of Horn, Horns
(snroht fo nworc a ekiL) not of this
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
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