Lyrics:
this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier
Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper
Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia
And free the Black man from
and be strong
This here is Black Man
If you don't never leave nothin'
Learn one thing
It don't stop, til the casket drop hold on
nothin'
Then the struggle to erase any proof that I came from suffrin'
Now they hate I survived every trick by hustlin'
I stay on my G, we don't cease
the flames, escaped from the hell storms
Credentials of a high chief, blowin' on that potent broc' leaf
My old earth got a chance to see a black man run
a tee big armed guerilla
And to my peoples in the struggle,
When everyday is a hustle so nobody move a muscle
'Cause Kelly got popped from her man
Both
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
Mama understand she can't save me I'm black
Father understand he can't save me I'm black
Ain't say nothin' 'bout them skits so my gangsta intact
Too
a decent
And safe place to live (yeah, that's right)
And if we start dotting the
Black Community with businesses (YEAH)
Opening up factories
(WHAT ELSE?)
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
There's a Young Lord
We oppressed by the same system
So it's one cause
Latin Kings know ‘bout that gold
And black on one flag
All my Spanish-speaking
unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While
Yeah (I knew this day was coming)
Sometimes, you gotta come back down (it's all going to hell now, man)
Stoop to someone's level (yeah)
Five
Living life for tonight not tomorrow
cll my niggas die by that motherfuckin sorrow (all my niggas die)
They struggle (struggle)
How we gon make
respect the struggle but you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard
more can I say, we stay building
And make killings
Take children through the wilderness, by the hand
It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man
When my Black Soul Sing, Black Soul Sing
In this life that we live you gone go through things
Might hear struggle, hear a little pain
Or feel
the struggle from Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur
That's why I stay influenced to "Kick in the Door"
Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that's poor
[Layzie Bone (Krayzie)]
(Yeah) Yeah...Bone Thugs...
(You know a nigga been all over the world man)
Australia, China, Africa...England (You know
of lifetimes reaching the end?
Dying again and again, death after death, unlife extending through infinity
Broken by the ages, by cruelty, the infinite struggle
and Bluebonic, man
Amerikka Eatz Itz Young
Motherfuckers do you feel me?
I'm a young black brother
So these motherfucker fear me
Amerikka Eatz Itz Young
it's time for a new plan, BAM!
I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block
Gettin dropped by cops
Yeah yeah let's take it there
You know what the struggle is?
It's beautiful!
It's not an oxymoron, means the same thing
Beautiful!
Like the passion
me the Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like, yeah
And there is one thing to understand
Y'all know what it is and Petey is the one I am
Spit what I
like Ludacris
Common Sense Mad Skillz bring the dollars in
Half a Mil
Young Money to pay bills
A Young Boss
Lost in Black Thought
The cost go ask Sean
I
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