Lyrics:
the door. We have recognized you.
Your feet are different from those of our mother's. The color of her feet
is white."
Hearing the kids made the wolf go
control
That we traded for our souls
We can change the life we chose
White Rose
There's a red moon tonight
Let's go down to the river
Listen to the wind
Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews
Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats
Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel
Humanity maintaining our sanity
Hoping the white noise machine, keeps the kids fast asleep
Crossfaded, yeah, we burnin' through lighters and the fire's been
You're absorbing
All the air
Inside my lungs
Belongs to thee
By the time my song is sung
This is love
This is light
It's a shove
It's a fight
For our
white black, if he aint in it I’m a slide call me Mike Jack, spirit on me too cold that’s an ice pack…ok I’mtryna point em to the most high, to the most
back asleep with my baseball bat right by my side
From that evening forward I couldn't sleep uninterrupted
I'd hear noises and spring from the bed with
A lime-coloured G's giving
Limeys a squeezing i'm sick of this twit
The age must have gone to your head
You're delusional
I was annoyed by the Whos and their noise
the placenta my ancestors been insisting
That we get this devil off our neck where he been sitting
It's so reminiscent of George Floyd
We broadcasting live from
always a star
Melodies, rythms, noises, all night long
The knights in Ania are not judged by their sword
The music, our lifestyle, Knighthood our apart
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
to the court but they don't see you and me
Verdict by a punk assed jury opened up a black man?s fury
Now see me jack you in the valley
Now see me take
boy swag, it's a terminal diagnosis
White boy swag, I wish I was Jack Harlow
Didn't wake up this morning, not a Soprano
I play the whole orchestra, not
brought to us by a twin attack of the media and politicians who feed our fears on each other
Blacks fear whites, whites fear anyone different, and we
don't even know
What they around for
Cause they tryna box you in
While you dancin with the rings
I just want the team to dream
And hold the title by
dub’s doe,
Drove by Eric on our way 2 blow da blunt smoke
How I link another female while I’m in yo city
How I put up w cho shit but chu dip in a jiffy?
grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out
Our lives-are separated by-the hollow stucco rooms that we are in
And our anti-social tendencies provoked by big white walls that are so thin
It's
just focus on M's yea a money bag
Spread them legs make it clap like a jumping jack
Crest shit from the ave all we know is math
Hit the trap after
the fire tower at the sunset?
Jack White, prophetic on my speakers, we were going to be friends
Yeah, I guess I just got busy, only saw you every other
on black, the intimidator
Still making noise like damn cicadas
This white boy got a little bit of flavor
Still keep it country like grape tomatoes
get dealt by the system
He drew a picture of freedom with many dimensions
This picture proved to be bigger than Black and White
A young soul named
672,000 souls in foster care call out
They ask does your right to life give us rights to vote
Or does our color disappear in your bright white light
Tell us
look was a sweet persimmon
Big around as a Florida lemon
Was a white tailed grocery store all over the land
But this spring during turkey season
Jack
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