Lyrics:
maintains all thought control
And fake news propaganda serve to rot the soul
We all unified to fight, keep the message and awake black
Open up your eyes,
so how the fuck I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That
to forgot and you could forgive
I will blow your fucking mind Left or right
It doesn't matter which side you decide
I will blow your fucking mind Black
away now!
Your hands now strapped to
Another's blank case
Words will not save you
If it's from somebody else
Once they leave, it's the end
You are gone
about it
But I truly doubt if your timeline show you
Black women 3 times more likely to die when they try giving childbirth
Or Is it ironic they die when
right (facts)
'Cause I can sell your momma drugs after I lay the pipe
Can sell a bitch dope after I raise the price
Fuck gettin' stabbed in the back,
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
homies I got clout
Baby black's got stack and my mom's trying to figure me out
Where the fuck you get that chain around your neck son?
Where the fuck you
Of truth, Asiatic discipline's frightenin
some who act dumb embraced by decadence
The weak in the wake of true black militants
Hear the call and all heed
You're down on your knees trying to appease
Somebody's mixed up statements
'Cause in not much time
Your beliefs that are lies will be left by
all
Baby was just a black girl lost
But honestly she's a queen
But she cant see that for herself
Distracted by something else
Curiosity is killing her
"You're a fuckin' snob
I've been standing around and observing you all night
With your dyed black hair
You think you're too cool for school, don't you?"
asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (hahaha)
Yeah, to you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Church", I'ma need a suit
Ford
I've got that tzz-tzz, black orchid
I've got that tzz-tzz, Bob Mar
With that Jumanji to core
And I record, out of this world
Danny's gon' cop,
before he's sister was murdered
Justice wasn't served so now he had no option
He's aggravated and taking somebodies life is nothing
He's heart turned black
You punk mother fucker
I'm still taking heat from my niggas
For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga
You somebodys son
You bitch ass Ã?igga
I'ma
know my life
I know your Momma nigga, send my love
In case I never get a chance to speak again
I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib
on the chopper, shoulda been kickback
All these gyms in the back and my wrist wrapped
Rob your chick, skate and dash, call me Big Black
Won't work kid, you'll
you apart from the world
Whether you loving on your momma or your girl
We need you black boy
Fill us with your black joy
And you scream if you need too
I'm not your personal whore, that's not what I'm here for
And nothing good gonna come to ya til you do right by me
Brother you wait and see (Who you
sunken places niggas
Uplift they spirit
It's hunting season black man
Don't get caught wit ya hand on the carrot
Uh let me give this black man his merit
roses, white rhythm and blues
And somebody who cares when you lose
Black roses, white rhythm and blues
Close your eyes
Sleep away all your blues
the influence of black music
The confluence
Beyond nuance through aunts and uncles
We were conduit's for hot clothes and hustle
I ain't catch no cases like
from outside it was
Completely in here, in my head
GQ: Did you worry it
Would derail your career?
Frank Ocean: I had those
Fears in black music
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