Lyrics:
I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
All these people
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here
I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
All these people
Bobbi the waitress
Kept bringin' us beer
We got to laughin' so hard
We both sat there in tears
I was feelin' so good
I could stay there for years
By
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
myself, it was like
I suppose it was slightly
Different era to some
Of the up and coming cats now
You know, but, there's a lot of
Different experiences man
is difficult as fuck
But what else would you expect, as you grow up?
You start seeing new people, and some new shit
But that's just how life goes by
choppers and serving your people's block up
Celebrating a culture that's degradating themselves
The gangster was created by white
Mastered by black
The next
in our DNA
Now every brown baby that's born got to fight twice as hard to undo the savagery
That was done against their people
Now that we inherit
or community by the actions of a few people
Look at the world right now
They say bad times always get better but we going through the worst right now
Don't know
Know I'm
People change
People change season change
Know I'm good
Know I'm
This sound like Friday when you're money up
Brown soul like a Henny cup
Don't
the truth
You just want to protest our protest and y’all some fucking fools
I just get sick and tired of seeing me up on the news
Cause these people they
I would like to say to this gentleman and all other people
Who are not blessed with melanin at this point in time
To understand that what has
some names
I'm a top shotta, kid, stay in your lane
The cop shot the kid, same old scene
Pour out a little liquor, champagne for pain
Slap-boxin' in
rap this
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You
out the hood" is what some people say
But I love it to much to ever keep away
Beautiful brown people in the streets today
Who show me love when I'm
and turn
Chronic sticks in the door
Visions of bongs being burned
D-loc just call me a stoner
A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker
People
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus
yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just
Land of the free
But the skin I'm in identifies me
So the people around me
Energize me
Callin' all aboard this train ride
Talkin' 'bout raw
Old brown clock ticking on my shelf
Take my mind to someplace else
Little gold clock ticking by my bed
Funny little people dancing 'round my head
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah
L.e.s. in this shit
Nino Brown
Brizzy
Beats by Ti'killa
Uh yuh uh yuh
Uh
Nino Brown in this motherfucker yes I'm a motherfucker
Six
the Brown
You niggas say you street but don't ever be around
Looking at my Rollie it's about that time
I got to kill this nigga cause he drop that dime
You
one get by
Like George Lopez and Cesar Chavez I'm the voice of the Brown
Even my primos are related to a Lighter Shade of Brown
Some Mexicans who grow
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