Lyrics:
Why I Fight
By Clarence B. Bowser Jr
I am a black man in white America, but I do my best to succeed and there's nothing more scarier. Then to see
fucking lead
Black country cottage fiend, out here they never wander
Dance into the poppy fields, carve my face I can't look glum now
The sky turn Black by
Honestly Johnny b Goode go on cast your spell
While I have visions of Raven Simone posing for black tail
I can feel they purposely making this black
Justice men in black, get up off your back
Know you made of god
Calling backup that's unnecessary
OD man by the stairs
No one called the ambulance
Beat up
(No)
Keep smoking gas by the pound, you know I can't let up (Let's go)
That bitch yeah she love to come around, she can never get enough
Okay, I hate
All black bently truck
Spinning till we dizzy
Here's a warning
We don't give no fucks
All about my greens
Like we playing for the fucking bucks
Why
This ain’t for political connects
Coming for ours all due disrespect
Cap took a knee in respect for a protest
Y’all responded by takin a knee
and a ho-ho-ho!
So join us as we cheer!
STARKEY
Yah!
SMEE
And hang up some holly!
BLACK BILL
From England to Bali!
JUKES
By gosh and by golly!
STARKEY
I hope
I guess I ran to Rhonda for her sympathy
Julieanne does all she can to take your chains off me
The next in line is Caroline she has your long black
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
Artist: Will Smith f/ Tra-Knox
Will:
Ugh, Ugh, I'm comin' (echoes)...
...Watch ya back, I'm comin...
[Man (singing):]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
of a nemesis
Mother America's not witnessed since
The Harlem Renaissance birthed black businesses
This is the tale of lost innocence's, as the incense burn
plans witnessed a man die
Was only fifteen, should've been a beauty queen, still
See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl,
fuck me man
These hoes got a car fetish
But lets roll (roll, roll, roll)
Hit the pedal and lets ride
So much smoke pourin' out the window lookin'
We like you to meet a friend of ours who goes by the name killer joe. Picture a so called hippie or hip-cat, standing on a corner in a neatly pressed
stomp that ass out like a million man march
Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga
Ready to dump
Blow a mutha fucker bye bye
Point
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
Poisonous stin', which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Anxiety, brothers trying me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got
I am what I say I am
A thriving striving young black man
You know that I got a plan
To make it to the promised land
I got Brooklyn in me
So you
see her body
Her body ahh
Oh mama she a chocolate dark skin
90% That's my green n black
Oh mama I can see u askin
I scooped it I was wit my G's
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