Lyrics:
blank stare
There is blood everywhere
There is a statue in a chair
I say try it that's a dare
I am here not fair
The do not care
Electrocution in the air
born and raised in black and white
One lives to pray, one wants to die
We were born and raised in black and white
We were born and raised in black
And they genuinely care
Dudey, most of my life its just been me and you there
And I continuously stare at pictures of you
I never got to say I love you
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
caught the pussy by the tail and
The kitty cat wailed under his power!
So scared that he pissed
Tinny rubbed his nose in it
And called him a coward
"You
what the dope dealers got
We should take their lives in return of the black babies
Babies born dead cause their mother's on crack
? baby ? profit, gee
it's like, I
Wrote three chords, four chords, and it
Fuckin' goes off when we perform it
Live and you know what? I
Love looking in the crowd and seeing
Ayo, make my shit sound godly
Like that
Butcher comin', nigga (Griselda)
I'ma tell you like this (I graduated out the streets)
It's all in your
have it they was laughing they didn't really care
I was in a cell it was hell nobody wasn't there
Now the jewelry cold on you hoes everybody wanna stare
the code word
Once they turn me up and just know that it's over
My soul is on soulless, surrounded by angels and soldiers on soldiers
World turn me cold
...that all men are created equal...
...children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by...
...by the color of their skin...
sins to fit in this race
You don't see what they try to make
Show your face and they call it fake
Black Satans dress white all the time
It's just another
the alarm...
Because they listenin’ They watchin’
They waitin’
I’m tellin you! It won’t be safe for black femininity to exist
In any space in this lonely cold
selling weed
Fucking up my prestige, 'til I live with the blues
BB King or the neighbors of Snoop, that's why I'm
In the club like fuck it, though
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
Trump in the middle of town
But I didn't get my money from daddy Moscow
Pull me up by my bootstraps, I pay my own bar tabs
Get up on the mic, I'll take
cold, wah cold nuh hot
Live in a house, no live in a flat
Up inna Zion, di righteious will top
Jah blow breeze, the devil cannot
Rock stone was my
to cold-crushed tapes to get sold
I set my demo in a silvia-treated me cold
Time flew cause I was gettin' my shit off
Sixteen-now it's about the time to set my
to black
Saturdays I sit and dwell in the past
Times of ante was all off but oh well--
Mama said live fast and die slow
And it never felt right to write
roll right past, she's made of glass,
My mirror image stares right back what of her past? It fades to black
The irony and the hypocrisy
Is that
killer
House nigga field nigga
They say black but it's still nigga
Cuz
Me and my niggas get it in till the sun up
Crash the whip chasing them big face
amusing
Don't understand that it's bigger than music
Gotta opportunity Huey P. Newton
To save the black children and spark revolution
Health equals wealth
We were white and they were black
And our lives they were divided by the railroad tracks
But we'd meet up every morning at that riverbend
It's
ensued
Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench Her tower tombed
Tending to Her
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