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My Love For You

The Game

Holla, Chapter 5

cracking the cement
My love for you
Lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singing a last song
Your love for me
I'll never die like a black child struggling

life
Just a bunch of sheep deceived by smoke and lights
That's why I ain't have no problem with today being the last day I stay alive
If I die today then

appluase
Never fucked with them niggas who always claim to be lyrical
Their chances of being big slightly none to a miracle
That fat black bastard who just

the bedside
With all the unsent letters aging like a fine red wine
With I'm sorry and I miss you all the time
The words and chords will always change
but they

confederation
When they lock my ass up only time I seen segregation
Black prisoners white correction officers
Modern day slavery continues to torture us
We get

man got no time to cry
We always got to work harder to get by
Black man got no time to cry
We must grind bigger to be fly

He told me a story about his

Devil on My Heels by Bourbon House  
Lyrics and melody by Lacey Crowe
Music by Jason Clark


Hey, yeah
I know you think I'm well
Like an anchor
Babe,

Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener

the greatest all time?
Where them niggas reside?
I seen all fifty names
Man them niggas done lied
I take the first forty-eight
Make them niggas retire
Last two

of Jim Crowe
like we didn’t beat the nazis a year before you were born
Four years gone, wasted on racism hate and shame
Followed by a cult of nazis

something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long

The Last Gunfighter Ballad

Guy Clark

Best of Guy Clark

1982

of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

It's always keep your back to the sun
And he can almost feel the weight

on your own

On your own
On your own

In a time undone
Through moments past
Look where we've gone
Look how we'll last
This world unsung
Tethered down
By

at the sun
Let's never come back
C Notes on red
Let's spend our last stack
Feels good being bad
Putting g's on black
If we lose, we've still won
No odds can

Miss America

Agents of Good Roots

Straight Around

1997

Lyrics: jones
Music: jones

Lyrics:

Miss america, music lover, a dancer in the uso
A one time loser a two time fiend,
Says she even likes black

BLACK TO THE PINK
BLACK TO THE PINK
BLACK TO THE PINK


I fall in love every single time
I look into your eyes
Those eyes they never lie
I can tell

now
But at the time I was going I
Would look around at the work
Of the class and not feel inspired by the
Teachers, and I kinda, the
Idea of being

weed
We just arrived to the crib of David
And it's about time to write a new shit, aye

Black Nissan
Black Nissan
Black Nissan
My dad's Nissan

Black

You know I work in the Bronx
Don't always get what you want
Feeling like it's time to leave
Start my own business by March
Hour commute is too much

at the end of our pain, it's insane
and we won't need a therapist for that
We won't always be broken, but we'll always be black

Sometimes, I feel more broken

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

delicate.
The spaces have always been created by the gentle and caring,
To be later filled by bullies and egotists.
We can try to fill those spaces with

the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who

more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help

you know what I'm saying
Forever and always
And we got Preston on these drums
Can we get the chorus one more time!
Whooooo!

Skin Black
That's the oil