Lyrics:
me
Lectures by Kwame Ture
The ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the
Brushes of Kehinde Wiley
Black
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
lady lips singin' like on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant
Black, one man
problem?
I'm your issue, or should Rasta Fire And go on up for the pain again Hey Blast Hey Black people Hey Hey Blast We a cuck, we a cuck now Hey Black
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
the front of the paper is when someone dies and that is a fact
This is a problem in all our communities especially when you are colored or black
Especially
the woods
So he doesn't see us
Here's the cloth
Here's the black
Reconnaissance there is no turning back
Eric rode by
On his dirtbike
Jim and I
Woke behind
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
story
Strong black woman in all of her glory
When I met this chick bro, she was blemming in the rain
Told me all about her problems, told me all about
to cry
Big and capable minds are hard to come by
I look at elections and think it's wack
Do not try to play me just cause I'm black
Whole damn world sees
something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long
a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
Can ease the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems away
But still prayin' in Jesus' name.
in his side, size of a DVD
I'm watchin' for TMZ, the law and order I saw was on TNT (word)
Drivin' like it's Nascar, old school, top down, the rag
fit to match
Say this say that
And imma keep spitting til my teeth turn black
Say this say that
With my eyes open wide and my lips fit to match
Say this
sweat it
Soon u can forget it
I had dreams that I turned to reality
By any means
Regardless of the casualties
Behind the scenes
Ever after
Never
on
The problem is holding on (repeat)
The greatest mc, probably, isn't even born yet, greatest of all time, don't lick lips, in torn vests. If he's out there, he
trophies
But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
Can ease the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems away
But still prayin'
come with any deals
This that love that put people back in they feels
Kinda love you not questioning if it’s real
By black love I mean love like your
Lady Morphine
I just cannot do anything at all
Just not what comes natural
She's a problem solver
Oh with her
Velvet revolver
I once had a lovely
and black trackhawk
Say you really bout it so you better talk that talk
Know what im on, ain't really gotta walk that walk
Lips tightened up when I step, bet
on the lips)
I want a love like Lucas and Max
I want to walk down the street and not be stared at
It feels like we're living way back
'Cause I'm black
Now my wrist wet like a fish
My dick big as it gets
Both fists black as Whoopie lips
I’m rich bitch got 2 healthy kids
Pandemic level how my life came
shit don't, ah)
Put your five fingers high, to the sky
On the stand, put it on your life
Stand by a nigga, wrong or right
Not new to drama, nigga,
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