Lyrics:
slaves, no masters
And it’s still black lives matter
To them it don’t that’s why they try to attack us
Amongst our people we gotta stop the killing
slave (love slave)
Love slave (love slave)
Pretty skin, high yellow, dressed in all black leather
Up in the place, doin' the thing, amazing grace
a slave unto the land you have enslaved them on
The minute they entered the markets the markets existed
There are no black dollars for we did not mint
si...de, The Bad si...de
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Black Soul...s Dead Min...d
This is world full of evil...s (No Mercy)
up
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
You don't want to live, don't want to cry no more, no
ain't get pu-bli-ca-ted
But its okay man
Flows stay
Ac-ti-va-ted
And if they judge by the company
You keep
Company doing no good
Then what's to really go
objection to this treatment
of his newly met hero and was rewarded by kicks and
punches until he could no longer speak. Eriel's heart
sank. Had he
of beauty and of pain
Yet we tend to call it the land of the free and home of the brave
Then fail to mention that it was built on the backs of black slaves
oceans of blood - legalized by finance and god
Vilification, devastation, hell is our destination
Day turns into night, good turns into bad, black turns
and posed with ya signs
You took the knee and screamed about Black Lives
And took a snap or three to get ya insta likes
An now ya back to life
An now ya back
the tension
Living pretentious, casually profiting ventures
Manifested, by the way of black intelligence
Black skill, black heart and black eminence
Black
ya bread if you play with they late
To my dismay my niggas ain't no thugs
They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day
And anything in
don't even speak
I guess we got our own life to live
Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule?
Every now and then I step to the now
For
wanna go black America, yeah
Black America
The Black diaspora
Supreme math into the after
Life, I live it for the master
Truck drivers passed us
Like
speak about my pain, like I mime
Hop in the booth and I rhyme to get a peace of mind
All these black trucks we pull up like it's a funeral
Protect all my
on "periodt"
Black blood in my veins, no fear in it
Look deep in my eyes, you’ll see a tear in it
Black art, black films, black media
Black doctors, black
My word, shit is serious out here
We say it flippantly with no regard
For its' fucked up history it so bizarre
What does it mean
When we speak
they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop being controlled, we black zombies
Walking talking dead, though we
I ain't afraid of you
I got some things to do
I speak a different language
Hear what I'm saying to you
I know the wave
We the new slaves
You think
I ain't afraid of you
I got some things to do
I speak a different language
Hear what I'm saying to you
I know the wave
We the new slaves
You think
was like six
They said I was black and they brought up slave ships
And said my kind was in it
At first I ain't get it
Now I do, cause we live it
They
chained together
They really was lost
Racism isn't natural, it's merely divorce
Before the slave trade
Black was considered distasteful
By the Oxford
he fashioned me a crown of clay
It’s why no one can ever take this sound away
Took me to the water sat me down to pray
And right there by the river
great
I'm gonna be great
Black sunshine glowing in my veins
Black sunshine glowing in my veins
Bringing freedom to my name
No longer a slave
Bringing
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