Lyrics:
Just cuz you're an African man
You can still get done by the African gang
I'm in a gaff with tings that bang and I got tings that bang
Them man write
to take a stand
You keep me on the shelf like you're my man
But you're not my man
You're not my man
Oh, you're not my man
You say the only crime
Would be
but I won't cry
Cuz everything's gonna be alright
You're your mama's soldier and you told her that everyday will be worth a fight
I know it's not easy
A young man died today
What have we to show?
A country split in two
A left-wing and a joke
What remains when we tear away the mask?
Who will be
every nation
Judge a man by his heart, not color of skin
God views a man from what's held within
And, you're called one of His, so you gotta know
the blind man is the man who fails to see
Hungry for this rap shit like I ain’t eat all week
Tore down so many one way bridges
And you don’t gotta say shit I
a prison, feel me
Freedom was granted by God
Therefore no man, no thing, no jail cells
Not even death, bruh, can take your freedom
See, because it was only
high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get good
bed
Head Tap him DK bust his head
T.O. be the fucking bounty man
Kill the nigga, better throw me bread, lil bitch
Feeling pulled out by the tide
I just wanna be strong and provide
Smile you're on camera
Don't wanna know what goes on inside
I gotta be the rock
So
population is filled with mental patients
pretendin to be normal, pretendin to be mental patients
Gotthem got rapists by the pile
Watch out for goons of vile
I'd be a crackhead or die with a needle in my arm
Tried to playy me out, my father was smoking that good lye at the time
That old grown man brown weed
hustle like I got a baby by my side
My money multiplied
The music amplified
The Bible by my side
The white outside brown inside
Making money till I get
can’t be guaranteed, gotta watch them by yourself
With my blood, I don’t ever trust another man
Let them call you paranoid, but it’s better than being
anything you see
'Cause it never used to be this way
So look into my eyes if you're not telling lies
Telling me, telling me
That you're playing by
Better ask ya girl I'm so great with my hands
I think the shit's funny, cuz they just be standing in place but ain't taking no stance
I gotta chick in
Yo
What’s going on b
I know I’ve been gone for a little while but I’m back now man
I know I know
I ain’t dropped in a minute but still we move
on my unions 4s
I don't believe Shìt you niggas say
You gotta site the source
Niggas be arguing bout who the biggest boss
Take a look @ my web browser
to a man
Think,
What's it to be a human and not
Kill every person man
So I'm on my way home
Had to voyage, no return
Windows down, wind blowin
Civic cruisin,
Tryna reach my goals so my kids be blessed
Big heart never lackin’, I’m a Black man
Good soul, yeah, I know myself
Prayin’ up to God, yeah, I know my
"Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band
Sweet Love, I want your p**** can I be your man?
Stripped to the bare essentials let me f*** you if I can
Said why you gotta be like that, uh
We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh
I know you want to play the games we play
Only man, finds
man recovered
Hella bros dem always telling me I'm
Suborn, my opps dem are funny
Man hella Chris Tuckers
Told bro that it's mad he'll be home soon
and sip this beer all night
And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain to prove by winnin' some silly fight
Well okay I quit I lose you're the winner
So I
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