Lyrics:
black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy, me
Your blinds blurring your vision
See I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground, still
of the folks behind
All on a beautiful morning
Two girls waiting by the railroad track
Two girls waiting by the railroad track
For their darlings to come
the oven while I two-step in the shower
A well-balanced potato salad and hot sauce
Collard greens, fried catfish and lima beans
Engrained in your brain
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right now
I'm tellin,
need three of them
Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em
On our own people and, fuck black leaders
'Cause whites ain't got none leading
Double fucked by two black studs
Double fucked by two black studs
Double fucked by two black studs
In the back of Sophie's Bar
Double fucked by
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
[Chorus: x2]
And it's on, and it's on,
and it's on, and it's on,
And it's on tonight
It's about time that we met
And it's about time a love I
sunset
For the kingdom come
for the
[Chorus x2]
Black
Black planet
Black
Black world
Run around in the radiation
Run around in the acid rain
ass out
Now you're in a bath robe running
From all the warriors, we Black Robe hunting
Bombing all the churches in the backroads, stunting
Planting that
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
the good fight
Lillith puts him to her breast
And holds him in delight
Raised in Hell, raised in Hell
Raised in Hell, raised in Hell
Go
Raised in Hell by
We were cursed, yes
Our burnt flesh, it attracts doom
Our skinned inked with this black hue
By con artists, we've been tattoo'd
It's no - henna, this
of time
It's the moments we achieve
Best believe it's the moments
Red or black, yellow, red, black, white, dirty
(Moments)
Red or black, yellow, red,
The reeling figures pass on by
Like ghosts in some forgotten play
Beneath the black and empty sky
Music plays and figures dance
With partners chosen by
We lost our four big chances
Calvary Dallas Memphis LA
In two thousand years, four chances
A cross and a gun stole them away
A man called John loved
And liberty was misquoted by the Indians
Slavery was a learning phase
Forgotten without a verdict
While Justice is on a rampage
4 endangered surviving Black
Wires hum the rails ring
Smokestack burning fiery sparks
Rise up to the stars
Towns asleep by empty roads
Churches rise from crooked roofs
Cloaked
the Asians, wrist by Lorraine
Big Pharrell praying hands big P, big P
Buss down face, two levitating hands
I wanna see the money in cash
So that I can truly
The two-step it drug like a ball and chain
While the band was playing something like moon river or somewhere over the rainbow
And I was chasing
Black power, Black power, white powder
White powder
Black power, Black power, white powder
White powder
Black power, Black power, white powder
White
mother, drank a pint of beer,
Me tears and grief to smother, off to reap the corn,
Leave where I was born, I cut a stoat black thorn to banish ghosts
Be-side of Sat In Your Lap single
Written by Donovan Leitch
I fell in love with a swan.
My eyes were filled with feathers,
He filled me with song,
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