Lyrics:
what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
Why is that when wrong is done by the black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked
By the press
Shake that cocktail and follow the road
The doors are locked and the windows are closed
There's only one way to the American dream
They're
Tried to divide us
They tried to conquer us
Yet we still thrive
Got my head up high
I'm just a black man tryna get by
Nothing more, nothing less
came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo, MTV Raps
A show, mainly for the black
it
Black father, black author
Know when u step out that door it’s war just yell Sparta
Dream big, and study hard , and go for what u know
God wrote
hustle to be seen, every day that i live, every thing I've seen, every dream I've dreamed, inspired by a thing.
Being Black is a miracle, Were never
face, some computer that's hot Singin' the door Who bring the vibes Is the Rasta Man, son It's me and I'm flowin' energy You see this one, no father No
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
finger in the air if you feel me
Shouldn't be afraid to die if you a real G
This is for the one that keeps it on a low key
If you're true by any means then
a lot its royalty
Seeing me is owing me
Having this joy in me
Can't toy with me
I'm a Black Oiler b
BLACK
We all royalty
Don't be blinded by the color
(Zaytoven)
Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a bitch (huh)
Always known for hittin' licks
(Robbin' takin' niggas' shit)
On that kick door shit
apartment with the black door,
Sat down in her black satin couch, and thought to herself more:
Her black thoughts.
She left a note for whoever may look for
perculator
I circulate around the block
Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken
A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation
black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
By alfred noyes and phil ochs
an angel
I must be dreamin'
In her magic hands she holds the key to my succeedin'
It's black and has a trackpad and I just got my life back
Typing in a hurry
an angel
I must be dreamin'
In her magic hands she holds the key to my succeedin'
It's black and has a trackpad and I just got my life back
Typing in a hurry
an angel
I must be dreamin'
In her magic hands she holds the key to my succeedin'
It's black and has a trackpad and I just got my life back
Typing in a hurry
trust ya heart
What I'm telling you is key
Don't be fooled
By the image that they copy from
Just go be authentic
If you want you some
Nothing wrong with
Im buit different ha
I'm built different yeah
Ha ha
Live by die by Nigga
I'm on fire uh uh I'm on fire
Say I am in a room with a bitch and that hoe
Black Privilege
Black Privilege
Black Privilege
Black Privilege
Black Privilege
Black Privilege
Black Privilege
Black Privilege
Cecil Rhodes is
Some guy says it should not be worn by me
But I say
Not playing with the white keys, singing
Not playing with the white keys, singing
Only playing with
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Mmm-mm-mm-mm mmm-mm-mm-mm
Mmm-mm
I see your red door, I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
There's a black cat outside my window
Must be some kind of an omen
A black cat by my window
Maybe I should let him in
You know I'm not that
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