Lyrics:
Or you can keep the fresh face, white lace
'Cause you're not the fool
Go on wear your black dress, black dress
Go on wear those high heels, red lips
Rogaine
I've come a long way since a sad addict
But still not as good at happiness as packing bowls in traffic
I'm a sick bastard, lip smacker
Phantom limb
eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
And swear this year will be better than the last
Jet black - the ink that spells your name
Jet black -
got this system wired so damn wicked
Sometimes being Black feels like a life long sentence
Since we got off the boat they been hating from the beginning
out with two fives
Change my ID for the cops, it's not enough yet
Black male in short shorts, I'm double suspect
Ballin' since '83, half of 'em say
Happy
Happy
I do what makes me happy
Do you have a problem with that
Don't judge me if I'm happiest by all myself
You fill the world with lies
gambling our future on
Nothing but a little bit of black coal
Dug out of a black hole
No cash goes back to the black owners
Everybody love it when they rub
What that ni**a do? Not a thing at all
(Pa pa paw) All these black and blues got us wiggin' out
Here's another bruise, hold that swelling down
This is the story of an emotional black male
From Kokstad born in a world designed to make blacks fail
But he was never the blackest of these boys
Nor
a wasteman? That's not me
Sex any girl? Nah that's not me
Lips any girl? Nah that's not me
Yeah, I used to wear Gucci
I put it all in the bin cause that's
smoothly, with no notable problems besides the inherent inequality brought about by segregation. This issue would not be overtly addressed federally until
Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two
cause
I'll never be silenced, not even by violence
Instead of compliance, you'll be seeing defiance
And it doesn't take science, to see you're either with
40 like a drinkin' problem
Don't tempt me nigga cause I love to solve'em
Whether knuckle up or aim revolvers
Not violent nigga, I'ma handle problems
To whom it may concern
I'm not the only one out here that feels how I feel
But im a Black Male
I'm just saying
The Rent is due
Bill collectors
she a baddie baddie, shordy lips taste like brandy and she be nasty nasty, riding me in di cabby cabby
Miss fatty fatty thicker than a michidean patty,
the addicts in is where the attics at where their kids not
Is what the bitch thought mixed thoughts with the black shot
Little red dots head rots till their
by the law
I got my own people coming to attack
But this is how it go in the hood when your black
Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track
that you're black
cnd I'm having a real problem with that
cnd gave me a blank stare and said "c fact is not a fact"
Refrain
If you got the red chip
children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream
ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise, expert at telling
Look
See Im faced with a problem
Fall in love too fast
Shit I gotta keep my walls up
Ass so fat
Lips smooth when you talk
Soft pain in your voice
deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryna eat
I had some problems (you know)
And no one could seem to solve them (not a soul, baby)
But you found
can feel it going
Through my body
Move around
If you got a problem
Gotta find
A way around it (Baw)
Might not be the best
To ever do it (Brr)
But i
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