Lyrics:
Whoever walk straight through the flames is not afraid
Never livin by sight, by my faith I'm not afraid
Intelligent black full of rage I'm not afraid
rims way bigger than yours
Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'llac truck
F**k it a bucket, a Delta,
disappear
All these faces fade to black
All the memories I’m passing
Not a second glance
Isn’t it strange around people we pass
Not a second glance
the crystal balls
One big one small she knows all
About the future
She's appalled tall problems of the world
On her shoulders covered up by a black shawl
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
magazines
Stomp your DVDs to smithereens
You buy more I'll just X them too
Or I'll be forced to make an ex out o' you
And by that I mean exactly what you
Some manors don’t like me
'Cause I say I’m the king of grime
So time after time I show man
I will never let no man diss the programme
Over and over
Rogers
Or DVD by Ashara Kwesi
And let your soul roam free
Amos Wilson told us
In the 70's of black poverty
Dreamz
Dreamz are realities that we see
I
The prince called her name,
As revelations of unholy black flame,
Began to turn her world strange,
Shining black a fool to seek,
Entering the minds
Hearin everybody talk but I ain't hearing no views
Represent for the people I was raised by
Stay high when it's cold like late night
Late night get a cliff
You can leave
Pack yo bags
Give me back my keys
I think it's time
You say goodbye
It's alright
And it's fine by me
No more games
No time to play
I won't
and came back, silver Rarri, in a black range
Seen 'em at the Chevron on 10th street shit was strange
O don't bring his lil' brother in he gon' regret it
lengths id go to
The depths i go to
To make a difference in their lives
I hold my standards real high
Can't be in it just to get by
I know it's strange but
Don't you worry about anything, just have a good time.
Maybe get some cocktails, with a slice of lime.
Someone beatboxing, someone spitting rhymes.
sister gave to me
Quality time with my niece and Fresh Prince on DVD
This year for Christmas, my babies gave to me
Homemade cards to show how much they
brilliant, brave release
Pyrite all along
It's not a runaway this time
I know you threw away the key
We are time we lie by design
Until we shoot the sin
time for the stressing
This kind of obsession is highly aggressive
Packing a dime soon as I be undressing
Nerdy chick, take a bong rip
Memorizing all
to Warren G, givin' fiends whatever they need
To get him out the basement, don't stick to the keys
I'm DJ Khaled, the pH balanced on off
When I slip and sip
We did a drive by in dem all black suburbans
Sipping on that lean clutching that beam while be swerving
We let the time fly we chase that bag that
the first time, we briefly touched as I grabbed it by the handle
And then she walked so slow, I couldn't keep up
I went back to where I came from and it all
Then wiped it's beak on my shirt ready for dessert
Red roses turned into black flowers
Handprints revealed by steam in the shower
Feels strange but
Many moons hardened pure hearts
Those plagued by her black arts
Their rooms secreting phantom orgies
Vile rites and rifled graves
Mere hours, now
Wallet lost when I was drunk
Locked my keys inside the truck
I guess that's just my luck
Looked up at the time oh my god it was only noon
12 more hours
Conversations with the Khoisan’s;
Communication with people of the sun;
Black and white uniformed on a nun;
I carry my purpose and start to run;
Pacing up bullets
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