Lyrics:
We Black Vigilantes
Understand me
We family (8X)
White supremacy don't convince me I ain't shit. Rather flip the script, same way they politic.
Not
sweet
But her bite is so deep
Lavender blood
Please drain me
She says let's go and then
She drags me by my hands and knees
Flies me to the heavens
God I
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
Starlight Starbright We're gonna hang some new stars in the heavens tonight.
They're gonna circle by day
They're gonna fly by night
We're goin sky high.
Picture me in heaven, and I show up
I'm a Black sun, watch me glow up
Mind of a child, so I never age
In God's imagination
I'm forever saved
And I
supreme
Obedience entwined
Wheels of fire sear the heavens in search for unwary prey
Enveloping the atmosphere in pitch black domain
Despairing
had begun impacting the Roofs
Of mobile offices by the rim, quickening snare rolls of a forward March played by a twelve-year-old soldier
Purpose fled
a fly, floating by
Wait for him to drown in the dust
Drown in the dust of other flies
Whereby the machine is run
And the deed is done
Heaven has no
turning black by the minute devoid by the infinite emptiness looking definitive
Pull out the stick and they laughing
Open gash for practice
Dripping in that
At the brink of Hell an island swims in lakes of fire by the darkened plains
Deserted and dead it declares its place
By spewing it's magma like blood
bodies on Euson Road
Their outlines softened by the black dust
All was still houses locked and empty , shops closed
But looters had helped themselves
And the magog sword of sin
You must find them all
In heaven you will dwell
Or you'll be visited pal
By the demons of hell
Smoke is rising up to sky
The land,
Know that there's traditionalists that hold back the good thoughts
And there's people in offices that stop the creative people
And are intimidated by
of on the concrete
Look, who would we be if we ain't move out the hood?
Would we be able to be like a black man should?
We would be killed by the cops or getting shot
for nothing
I'm a back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man
Police radio
you got nothing else
I'm getting sick
Of all this rain
So I grab another bottle
Off the shelf
And I get high
To get by
Just let me spread
My wings
I'll pick you up when you fall down
They won't destroy the light they found
I need no introduction
By now, I hope you know
I've spent so long away
matter love
We ain't in a competition, ain't nobody catching up
Young, free and black with a whole lot of stamina
We are more than okay
Still
that’s gone but never lost
Like the heavens denied us
We denied ourselves
But they’ll never divide us
I am yours till the end
If that black day is coming
back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
P-Dog comin' up, I'm staying low
Pro-black and it ain't no joke
Comin' straight from the mod that broke shit last time
Now I'm back with a brand new
explosions of nuclear bombs down in the Oakland
That's why all those crackheads are smokin'
It's remote-controlled emotions triggered by cops with laptops
a heaven but on earth it's (Survival)
Connected with angels but to demons (I'm vital)
Approachin with hate oh yes it's (Homocidal)
Like denouncing Selena
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