Lyrics:
Just because my skin is brown
It don't define who I am
I could be a porcupine
Or I could be a little lamb
Please don't try and judge me
Only
the type of brother that is swinging with a fiddle
Out to get a lot because I never like a little
Which is why I ban a dip that claims she's in the middle
Mother Tree shake loose the leaves and the wind spins them around
How beautiful the leaves they are yellow red and brown
Me and Frieda stop to watch
the blues
Maybe that little red rooster took them
Cause he was Cryin and Moanin at Midnight
Well I can't get my Mojo Workin
Without them I Can't be Satisfied
Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang, the boogie
obituaries from historians
Bangin' on 'em, yellow tape and red sheets layin' on 'em
Carved hands, tombstones, prayin' for 'em
Movin' the chess pieces like
co-signs but can’t smother what the truth is
Stone face like a putting a mirror to Medusa
I deal with guidelines of honor like a Yakusa
Red rooster off 2
There's a four by four, blacked out four door
Ice cold six pack in the floorboard
That's got my name on it
Hot little chick, cherry bomb red
every devil has horns
Means red eyes and a pitchfork a
Some have brown hair and brown eyes
High heel shoes and a cute white smile
But deep behind that
people to count now
Sniffing the brown brown
Mountains of cocaine and gun powder
This AK-47 is God
These shells are individual angels of death
Guided by
and caused little rhythmic arcs of red
to pulsate gently in the morning sun.
colorful names
I'm so-and-so
I'm this
I'm that
Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack
I'm not white or red or black
I'm brown
From the Boogie
crazy (little crazy)
Just grab me by the back of my neck
And give me mouth to mouth
Ooh, mouth to mouth we touch
Resuscitating what we nearly lost
right through the center of
Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red
To pulsate gently in the morning sun.
(Blanco Brown)
I let that sunshine shine on me
I'm in my tackle box, I brought my favorite Yeti
I got that new shine on me
Just take a little sip
Most of you know of a story of a white girl - had a best friend
Her family - she loved them, but she couldn't tell them
About this little brown boy -
spook
You know it, cause I show it
Like a barnyard rooster I crow it
And the NAACP
Would sure like to get ahold of a nigger hatin' me
Roses are red
and blue
Red is turning into grey
the brown water flows away
Won't let you go, won't see you go
The ticket is for you to see the show
Know who you are, this
- I swallowed it whole. Flesh decreasing by the second
Until all that remained were the eyes, mine brown, yours black. Tilted
Back, we stared
Find all the names (Bitcoin Billionaire Ballers)
Of all the animals (the halving should happen by)
In the verses of this song (by April 21)
To win
say
Spanish castle magic
The clouds are really low
And they overflow with cotton candy
And battlegrounds red and brown
Though it's all in your mind
killed him when we had him
Yo I was holding a Magnum
Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
A Tattered Little Shoe
Words and music by Devin Scillian (BMI)
Ten clicks out of Baghdad,
A million clicks from home.
Just me and Sergeant Lee
Out
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