Lyrics:
star.
Eyes full of joy
Such noble beings
Are we pure enough
To live with them?
A desire to just live love
Interrupted by the world
Who knows if in
Kweli]
(yeah, see'mon!)
(yea, here we go, yeah!)
I'm about to show you what this black power is
Red, black, and green on the wrist how I live
In
Princess, tell me, should I
Ring the bell of Judas:
Kiss the ones I want to
Be delivered - not living
You, the Soldier of the Waves -
Don't give them up
corner 'pon cocked ready to draw
When dem face in-front of Jah
God, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
They all say the average black man only live 'til 25
to live, then I'm a live, that's how the story goes
Chef Gordan with the sauce
I just want to be a boss
Nappii head in my stereo
DiCaprio
They acting
I'm
(furiously propelling the boat onwards)
Down once more to the dungeon
Of my black despair! Down we plunge
To the prison of my mind!
Down that path into
live my life with no fear
Take a knee if I need be (uh)
In a country where they uproar
Deaths, killing of black boys
Yelling peace so I gotta get
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
The Lord on us, feel him watching over me
God fearing Christian but still ain't no hoe in me
Reporting live from the slums
Black hoodie on with a gun in my
to the narrative
Imperative I'm not speaking Arabic
We want equality more fare policies
Stop the brutality and black fatalities
Stop with the chatter that all lives
certainly by
You as a win over the champion, he still
He still rung the bell
Could be interpreted? He still rung the bell
It was a one two three
That's right
girl face in my lap goin up and down
Miss Mary Mack all dressed in black
Let me hit it from the back when my tour Came to town
I'm the patty cake patty
position
Just listen for a second think about your mission
If you don't raise your own
They gone get raised by the system
Or the streets going to get them
its the M-A-S to tha are-P
A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets
would I die, would I roll, would i retire young,
would a nigga get paid
a wishlist that's a 6ix list
Mary's son call me Christ
Only the strong will survive
Only the woke will get by
Pacin' to lose pickin' and choosin' tryna live
That they never look behind
Storm and thunders, Earth is shacking
When the black riders are passing!
Riders of Hell!!!
They ware named by the ancient
That they never look behind
Storm and thunders, Earth is shacking
When the black riders are passing!
Riders of Hell!!!
They ware named by the ancient
Grandpa I know all about Santa Claus and his sleigh bells in the snow
And I know Rudolph’s red nose shows them which way they should go
And I know
school
N-ggas still be in and out of class
S class or the brand new cl5 on them haters
Black paint, chrome trim same color as the logo for the raiders
sons
We'll die by these guns
Toll the black bells
As our blood runs
Our last days of sun
On our way into hell
Sing farewell
To lives undone
Not soon
but it feel like every time these bullets fly that they chose us
You see this pain, it know me well
Freedom reign when them cops try to ring your bell
time these bullets fly that they chose us
You see this pain, it know me well
Freedom reign when them cops try to ring your bell
They killing blacks in
bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free
(chorus 8x)
(Silkk)
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
I
bells still ring
But I just want you back you are everything
I made the choice
To live life without your love
The time has gone by
And still it?s
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