Lyrics:
I'm not a slayer
Therapy used my words well I'll be evil
Time here has come
My reckoning
Break my chains
Break the laws
I'm wearing two souls in vain
cap I be sipping chilling flexing
Look at the black body blacking
Got a little nigga a bagging
Big dreams
Bad boy
Nike ticks on me just do it
Nike boys
him like some vaseline
But now I smile cuz I never copped that magazine
The right ones was always there for me
So I never went to therapy
And now its
in a
Single home by a single woman i
Am a very proud black man
I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from
Your your first song and video
I hate you so
my design
Meantime, I'm showing Black men how to free minds
Letting niggas gossip like women in they free time
Me I don't have much of that
These
storm, thank God that we made it
And my soul’s still lit how could I not be a favorite
I’ve felt fear and grief time to turn those tables
And kill the big
soul to weep
I once dreamed of a tower
Of black ebony stone
Surrounded by three rivers
Flegethon, Acheron and Styx
And blood painted my dreams scarlet
scarlet
Sending my soul to weep
I once dreamed of a tower
Of black ebony stone
Surrounded by three rivers
Flegethon, Acheron and Styx
And blood
need therapy, I got so big
Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink
I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone
Homie gotta sit for a while
darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn
I have seen your soul turn black
And then retreat
To that dark place where no one else may follow
I waited here for your returning
To roll your
The very essence of a jet-black ebony queen
And who could tell she'd get pregnant at an early age? (What?)
She didn't listen, had sex, watch her belly
me
But now I know (now I know)
Now I know (now I know)
I can't fuck with these niggas or these hoes on my soul
But now I know (now I know)
Now I know
Uh
I know where to go when it's black
I won't look down and it's no going back
Used to think a crown was me honing my craft
Used to think my home
easy facts
I'm a walking graveyard from a collection of souls I have taken
From breaking hearts, look
Black tar always leaking out my heart
My love for
Whoa whoa whoa
Ayy, ooh, yeah
I don't wanna listen nobody gospel
I wanna talk to the man himself
I done seen KKK killing black folks
I
or purple I'm the diplomat
Rip your raps, really you don't get the math
Just to have, grief, only rhymer, I was meant to rap into that
Fire breathing, rhyme
no words like a soul who saw a crashing star
Between the grief and blood rain now he injecting the raw
Do he know he know he got glow in his soul
mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts
gone medically
When I'm bussin' on this bitch industry like Ron Jeremy
This song's therapy, strong genetically, bomb palms red if he's blond
Here
Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but
though it costs me
They say I embody peace, but have no idea what I see
They watch us die in the streets
But the screen muffles the screams
No real grief
ever fall or fold or break
How you gone bet against my people c big mistake
Cooking black mama soul in them collards
cll the struggle we devour
Our
I suck at living
And if anything at all, I should be responsible for my eye, soul and nation
So, my bad
If I could erase my sins with a few words, I
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