Lyrics:
Hit the white/black squared checkered map chessboards
Who Castes a shadow for shade from the sun and it's overcast
Clouds in the sky are just rain in
better body me
'Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches
Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures
'Cause she rep
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up my bow
Well, the kids are asleep so I
gon' get it by any means
How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Making it hard for us to eat, and breathe, and live
black and white
Mostly hidden til the sun goes down
Why would we speak the fears that come at night
The secret nightmares of our town.
We're in love
melanin melanin yeah melanin
Yeah yah, yeah yah yah
I go hard as f**k, I be blackin' out
Live under the sun, get the cash and bounce
We here for
the sun
Neon lights
What a time to be living in
Shibuya nights
Live forever 'til the morning comes
Getting it all for free
Living a strung-out dream
in May
I thought of this song with a Bomb by the Bay
Young nigga turnt that’s just all I can say
Get the fuck out my face
I get to the chips like
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Like damn wop, how I get a bitch like yeern?
I'm a drop-top nigga 'cause the sun won't burn
Wanna live like guap but the stripes ain't earned
I'ma
clear
Don't be a bot and live in fear
You didn't know that the Lights were here
We come in black brown yellow and a slice of queer
I'm talking strong
The world cannot give nor let you live
Fighting seems so in vain
Weakened by my own brain
Mindless torture blackening my thoughts
I'm flying away to my
came into the function with my strap
I'm on go
I am dressed in all black, head to toe
Like a crow
I'ma drive a Double-Decker Bus
Ridin' to the sun
His mother, Afeni Shakur
Was a member of the Black Panther Party
She was pregnant with Tupac while
In jail and on trial as one
Of the Infamous New
Oh my love has run out
I gave you all i had in my heart
I feel like i wasted it somehow
Don't wanna be incoherent nowa black circle in front of my
Knight
Black King Kushite
You motherfuckers shook right
Ya’ll in for a good fight
You put mics. in front of me
It’s like when full moon’s shinning
Sick to my stomach, been holding in dread
Sick till my stomach bleeds sin on the bed
Curtain pulled back like avoidance from them
Light sun beaming,
Dad’s black. Guess who had to struggle more? Grandaddy tells me bout the days we still had “Colored” doors. And ain’t much changed since then here in
They came from black holes
They came from black holes
Black holes wanna suck the life out of me
They live there, they want more, they escape
They're
a place to live in
But we are told it's out of reach and we should give in
We could surely win a world where all would be benevolence
If only those who live
up and I wither away resurrect in the moon when the sun turns grey
When I watch em all turn away there's not a thing I can do except watch it all
thermosphere, stratosphere
Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here
Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
Innocent black immigrants
Life's unfair then black you know that
When the world is done with us
Throw the bones in holes compost that
Tragedy in minor tones
Throw your hands
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
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