Lyrics:
Them penitentiary calls keep a nigga grounded
Talking to my People keep me level headed
Wanting more Its a different lifestyle
Concrete walls a drive
The LP's and the Peoples called the Dilated
Long Awaited
[Evidence]
Freeze this shit is outta control
For example an actor who never snapped out
Everybody talkin' about keeping it real, huh
Well, I got the real for ya
One time for your holy mind
Come on, hold on, yes
Hold on, don't let go
(Rock on)
My
come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go
I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro
That's why I ain't got mercy for pigs
Off the roof, I
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
but I'm back with a name,
With a black book full of game full of lyrics showing flame,
They tried to keep us out of the picture like we ain't shit,
God it's sexy!)
This this step steppers come and steppers swingin
Most blacks back back-up what the hell we bringin
G-fine nearly singin, my rhythm hit
for people like Logic tryna keep this tradition alive
We're not really gonna know even shortly after, what's supposed to come
Um, this hopefully is
when I represent
All of my dogs and it's evident
I put it on Screw-U so I'm rocking it
We keeping it real for the people
Who keeping it real with us
In
To the sixties, having black skin is risky
'Cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have
roll my flow, that’s my drug,
And when I wake up, or I just go to sleep,
I try to keep my mind clean, thinking of good things,
Cause I know, that doctor
corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
go tell Mary she a breed
And r son ago come change di world, mi Nuh seet
If a we be honest, humans all get worst to me
Yow
From di day when me become
'BLS and KISS, so
(Here we go, yo) yeah
Force, Main Source LP on the rise
In livin' color, let's see through original eyes
And I'm out like shout,
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
it's kinda weird
Re-records his line on RUN
Uh, that last note right here
Try to hold that
Hold it okay
Man, black people are gonna hate this song
I
guala run it up & keep it pad locked
Nigga fuck the bank, pull out the stash you keeping in your shoe box
Don’t got time for people that be moving funny
by reality
Solicitation of my Nation for a salary
Conversation travels through the galaxies
Like shooting stars, introducing Lord Jamar
The Black Man
checked no keeping any spoils
Black women who defend and protect they bleed loyal
Sisters you get all my respect our queens I do adore you
I got a new
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
people got the most
The way casualties comes up a lot
And then South Africa
They seem to make it feel like theres a
Battle against - between isms going
permission to put
Humans in this condition
"This land is whose land?"
They must've forgot
Kickin' the black in the ass
While keeping the brown out
This one
We all start somewhere
Somewhere and somehow
Can't let that discourage us
From where we aiming to go
You're gonna have a couple of people that Start
black hands it's just mentality they stripped him of his worth some people trying to find self some people on the search some people trying to find god
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