Black St.

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It’s murder outside
Every where you go
Missions be suicide 
Soon as I walk out my door 
Cause I’m a black man, of course
Any move can be taken wrong
Can’t take it no more
But I got work tomorrow 

And by the morning there’s another mournin 
Still I find the strength to put a smile on my face
Givin' thanks to those who paved a way for me to be here today 
Forever grateful for sacrifices made

So I can’t hesitate
To penetrate the systems, aye
Leavin out, betta than I came
Born to lose but bred to be great
Emancipated myself from mental slavery
May my life be celebrate

Pray my baby’s baby’s babies be okay
May we meet the tailor before we meet the maker at the gate
So our best dressed days we are awake for the praise though, 
Made it past 25 'round here that’s miracles

Cause they killin us off, takin the water too
Leaving us brainwashed and glued to the tube
We killin ourselves keepin up with the Jones’
Let alone killin' our own over emotions

So

This forever my Negus
This forever my Sistahs
This forever my people

Squander my lower ego
Swallow my pride as lethal
Hope I no longer have to prove to you, to them and myself 
By the end of the bell 
And by the end of the ring, may these records I sell hold more weight than a belt 
Set me on higher shelves
This ain’t a high horse
This just the way I feel
Spit it with no remorse 
I think that’s just the key 
Cause if I just happen to be asked for forgiveness they heard me and I apologize for my lack of apologies

I’m not a sorry nigga
I’m an artist trynna grow gardens for tomorrow in a cold world with a lot of heat.
Make it rain and shed light, so watch me grow every time they throw dirt on D.Steed

Best believe
Best believe 
Best Believe
Best believe

I know heartless from some harlots 
Love from many come ups
Kamikazes from karma
Bussed some caps and some condoms
Dodging cops, gettin commas 
Only God can judge me , that’s my honor
That’s my honor, so f##k the police
We paintin the streets
No justice, no peace
Freedom ain’t free
So there’s 
Blood on my hands
Blood on my feet
And many 
Scars all over me
So can’t wear heart on sleeve 
It’s already hard to breathe
Don’t tell me to take it easy

Written By: D'Marrea Mikal Steed
(D.Steed)

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