Lyrics:
a good man charlie brown)
Never liked me anyway
(you're a good man charlie brown)
Trying not to rock the boat
not to make a scene
A good man? Yes.
but I
of bewilderment fall down from his pupils
Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark
Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh
Strike 3 you can never be
The mind open
The air broken
Nappy hair conditioned
Left the suntan in the car
But brought Lotion
The brown token
The Black Boy joy
Meets the Permit
sprung
I feel it in my gut potential to fall in love
Shout out to our grannies mothers and auntie,
Sisters and cousins tell them brown skin is forever
Court
I can picture that studio fitted out with my style
A brown and beige kinda mood, you know
And metro hex green tile
A framed Navratilova hangin'
Hair nappy and could go the mile
I'm tryna
Collect my earnings, let the money pile
I gotta
Make em angry with this lifestyle
Tryna keep my ship afloat
hopin' it could
They say racism don't exist, if not, why the fuck we pissed?
They hate me 'cause my skin, I'm proudly ripping behind this fence
No more
an my dream
An I'm stuck on that path see
Small town white boy
Brown hair that is nappy
Ladies didn't love me
till I shredded the fat, G
I ain't tryna be
on whatever my dick did
I know she addicted
Think bout marriage and kids
Like look what I afflicted
By the way that I flick it
She know that I'm different
I
I'm chocolate like a bar but my name is not Roseanne
My skin has a pigment, reminiscent of a tan
I plan to grow dreads but first a nappy fro
get up out my pride
I was thinking bout them karmas skipping school to get high
Momma had to jug to pay rent and get by
Hopped up of the porch I had my
loved ones
Left me in my tears to drown
She left a baby daughter
Now the river's wide and deep and brown
And she's crossing muddy waters
Now
that's a Tahoe, he act like Charlie Brown
D-Tects in a Ford, I can't afford to be try bonding out
She wanna have my baby, that hoe crazy, bring them
the soldiers I see him slain
It's one by one my seven sons
In front of my eyes cut down
For keeping to the Torah laws
I pay with my warm blood now
My name is
this
Who you know fresh like this
Timeless rhymes, I don't gotta check my wrist
So composed, I'm a wreck like ship
Fresh to death, death by wish
Jokes
gangster having an oh w having fun by the night ain't done
It's time for the hit and run
But you best believe I'm Brown and proud (Brown and proud)
It's
I been sober I ain’t smoke or drink in 30 days
Even though my head nappy I’m floating through with 30 waves
Crawl before you walk some shit
would never say that no more
I got my mind right now
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never
them cymbals
D brown on field torch a nigga
He can eat my ember
Mean what I say say what I
Mean you timid I'm tenor
My metal like to talk a lot
I named
In the penthouse with my boy Snow
Picked up by my bootstraps
Now I'm rich and I'm selling like bricks at my shows yo
Hash-Browns irrelevant getting
One pleasant evening in the month of June
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was "The
because I am
I am because we are
Hey, its Nappy Roots Day!
we are on a holiday
Now throw your hands to the sky
bounce to the music we ride
we
I love is inside'
Inside this jug there are oceans
Rivers and mountains
All seven oceans
And hundreds of millions of stars
And still the hand that
of that good ole mountain dew
They call it that ole mountain dew Lord Lord and them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
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