Lyrics:
rockstar
Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
Don't tell us your
because a black cat never dies.
When I woke up this morning, and a black cat ‘s hangin' ‘round my door.
When I woke up this morning, and a black cat ‘s
want this smoke
So shoot your shot with someone else (you heard me)
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm warnin' you, woman, find you your own man
this song 'Black Magic' 'cuz it's a fact
Anything that's tragic relates to black
Coincidental? No, here's an example, Jack
Words as ancient as fossils
the unfortunate
Hallways covered up in black spray paint
Black windows make it look hard for a black man to escape
Outside is black rain
Black clouds that just
Well, a good ways down the railroad track
There was this little old rundown shack
And in it lived a man I'd never seen
Folks said he was a mean
black
To me she was my mama
Though blood didn't do this
She had love that was more than sufficient
From a mama who was black
I never knew
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
nothing down south)
(A black man, that not too many understand)
Look here
Now tell me who's afraid of this young thug
Look how we came up from the
Ghetto
Now she and her man, who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in, and grinning a grin
He said, "Danny boy, this is
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
with anticipation
I saw a dark silhouette at the table
I tried to talk, but I was unable
She drew me in right under her spell
I was hypnotized by
and shout
Then the world wanna know
What this all about
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody
Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boy where you been?
I
the soil, I used the gun
The waves have to turned to grain
I tried to love this Arkansas
With black and bleeding hands
But I will not survive this life
on black
My skin is so black, I'm rocking that black on black
It's black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I'm
a riot
If I don't talk about it on my album, they won't buy it
Man, fuck that, listen up, quiet
They wanna see a black man fall down, uh
They wanna see
And kill that no sir, yes sir, and thank you ma'am
'Cause the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we still
I used to
This old man don't run no more
You used to talk
And I used to nod
I don't listen
But I hear a lot
Don't believe for a second
That my key
never had doubts or thoughts of regret,
And I was a man when all this began,
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet.
Black throated wind, whisper
the black man is homeless even though he pays rent
Some black people say 'We built this place
So we are American, but of the black race'
Well let me make
the whole world talkin'
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So the black man is homeless
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
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