Lyrics:
the second chapter (black) of Genesis we got three rivers (black)
And all of them are surrounded (black) by black people (black)
And they’re right in
Well, how do you do young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
the flower bred from pain
Death is pure, life is not
So ask yourself, what do you want?
As for me well I want you
So pick the black rose, let its thorns
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, He is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross
Ghettos to the left of us
Flowers
Cleopatra cleared the path for you to be born
A goddess to my essence
A queen to my crown
I am your Black man
Black woman
I am your Black man
favorite flower
Is you
I pay no attention
To forget-me-nots
I'd much rather be
Thinking wonderful thoughts
About my beautiful lady
My sweet bride to be
how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought
black ops
All they seen was the red dots
Flowers thrown on black box
To much money in the pot watch me triple my interest
You niggas play dough poor
for your bride
Too much conversing with a woman
tends to dull a man's wit
Never be taken in by poets
Who claim that love if it's pure will never fade
Small flowers crack concrete
Narcotic squads sweep through poet dens
Spilling coffee, grabbing 15-yr-old runaway girls
By frazzled ponytail ed
their ivory towers
Till they're covered up with flowers in the back of a black limousine
Lotten da la da yda da lotten da la a dee de dee
Talkin' bout
take him from me!"
But by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
She got to where he lay, water colored roses in his hands for her
She
and pearly
Hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my cajun baby
For the world's gold.
Way down yonder in the bayou country
In dear old Louisianne.
My heart's been
by your virgin bed you pray for better days
Soon he will marry you, but he will have his ways
He lay as he lies with Essie Duke,, so black she shows
marry
But I'm not
Because I wouldn't ruin anyone as wonderful as he is
But I thank you all
For the gifts and the flowers
Thank you all
Now it's back
the black book,
Page by page.
Go alone,
There is your road.
For once, I'm awake
And I will not serve madness.
For once, I'm awake
And I will not
saved for surviving
Julie was a Catholic in the wrath of young Petoskey
Catholic blood, like summer mud, it's warmed up by the whiskey
And I went to St.
civilian clothes
Standing at the bar
He waves at the deaf flower lady
"Come sit by me, sweetheart"
He draws a napkin battle plan
Says, "This is where we
mustaches, fried bride
Effort to little hit now holla cry pride
When the opposition forces came to take him back back
(Always gonna be hounded fella, by
my purple hear beats to your jet black snout
Up on poiny point if your dare
You're my blood, you're my wine
You're my mountain to climb
Say you're
the boss of the Big Apple, ya know
And who knew dude that played ball for the NBA
Would make a mistake on the who knew estates, throw it away
Who knew
power, let loose for the hour
I chose the Black Power, extra fly joint for mocha to yellow paper
And you know I don't delay
Together with my honey like
Unearthing as a flower birthed of mortal sin
Drawing back with fingers black the final shroud within
A final rest between us, stars shine in our eyes
Why can't
Maybe one summer, in a few years
I'll be the aging party girl
Hungry for the seventh time that week
I put my shoes on, one by one
Just like a person
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